I stopped fighting for people a few years ago. Maybe it’s for the best, maybe not. But I sure miss them all…even if it’s just for a second, or a lot more.
Sometimes you feel you’ve got the emptiest arms in the whole world
Try to make sense but it always comes out absurd
Sleeping horses keep eating up your flowers
Don’t let ’em in when it comes kicking at your door
(Maria’s Little Elbows by Sparklehorse)