Sipping the Tea

"Anyway..."
Well, just 'any way' hardly ever is the right way.

Will these heels dig out my grave?
I’ve done the interior decoratin' and everything--
Now I just need to sink into it.
Anyway, heels never really fit me.
I mean, they fit my feet – just not me.
On days like these, I go diggin’ for the big baggy blue jeans,
Brother’s giant hand-me-down shirts
Hidin' and floppin' over bones and tendons
And all that I lack
Like a Big Top hangs over suffocatin' tent poles.
I used to be a travelin' circus,
Full of laughs and wonder
And untamed tigers singin' in unchained cages.
These days, everybody wants a refund.

Anyway,

I have to forget now that you’re wonderful.
Oh, it was nothin' serious, that is,
It was all just girlish glam and glitter, you know,
You know—
I just wanted your respect,
Is all.
That’s all.

[Is there a Side 2 for life?
Flip me over and maybe I can fool you
Into believin' my bruised blues singin' is pretty again.]

There I was, see, in my big girl clothes,
All red and black and sleek --
But all it took was a look and a coupl'a words from your so-sure mouth,
And I was shattered;
My gum-chewin’, nail-bitin’,
hair–curlin, high-walkin’,
honky tonk façade was gone in a fizzle
As my heart and soul went sailin' south for the winter.

Oh, and honey,
It’ll be a cold one.