APRICOT TREE

i didn't like the way you moved, all jerks and bumps
and the way your sneakers stuck out from your rolled up cuffs
cause i was sitting in the lonely sweatshirt of the boy you left behind
but we started talking and we locked, we gave each other all each other's keys
we talked about that boy, you and him, him and me
all the way to your house under the apricot tree

and every day after work that is where we'd be
in that little tiny house under the apricot tree
you and your new junky boyfriend and me falling apart under the apricot tree 

and i did like the rush and the silvery speed
but i could never handle all that belly full of need
cause my life then was like some very pregnant seed
that could not find any soil to scratch a hollow in and breed

and every day after work that is how it'd be
in that little tiny house under the apricot tree
you and your new junky boyfriend and me falling apart under the apricot tree

and i would drive home at the end of every shaky night
all strung out cross the desert like some sad holiday lights
and listen through the wall to the sighs of the boy you left behind
and i know a fruit that's too ripe will never last too long
and maybe two weeks after all the apricots had come and gone
came that bleeding screaming night when it all went so terribly wrong

'cause every day after work that is where we'd be
and that night the boy you left behind just had to come and see
you and your new junky boyfriend and me, and we all fell apart under the apricot tree

now i know that for you the nightmare it went on and on
but for me everything after that night was denouement
cause after i had saved his life i oh so slowly fell all out of
unrequited love with the boy you left behind
and by the way i like the way you move, all jerks and bumps
and the way your sneakers stick out from your rolled up cuffs
and we never even needed all that dope to be tough girl, we were tough already

and one day when our work is done i'll tell you where we'll be
some little tiny house under an apricot tree
you and your true love and my love and me just eating apricots under the apricot tree

winter 98 Austin TX
© myshkin 1999