This Thing
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I'm alone, at first, in what they want to call a waiting room.
Well, at least I have a TV.
But it's so loud, and there's no remote and I can't turn it down.
All I really want is to think.
I want to think about this for the last time.
I want to be sure that it’s something I lack.
I want to want this thing that’s inside me.
I want to get up and leave and never come back.
Oh dear God, I want to get this over with.
Oh dear God, I want someone to talk with.
Another woman walks in, and sits beside me in this makeshift room.
Like me she is wearing nothing but sneakers and socks and a gown.
We don't speak at first.
We're too busy looking each other up and down.
And then she does this thing that makes me want to cry.
She says, "This your first time, honey? You don't look like you belong".
And of course she's so right.
But I wish somehow that I could tell her she's wrong.
This thing that has happened, it's so wrong.
To think it just happened one night.
So I tell her, and she's nodding her head.
She looks at me with sympathy.
She says, "41 and it's your first time.....my oh my, you poor thing."
Then she turns to the TV and says, "I can't hear it, is there a remote?"
She finds it and turns The Judge up louder, while my words get stuck in my throat.
I don't say anything.
I just think about this whole thing.
Then the nurse calls my name, and I'm gone.
Just like that, this thing is gone.
And here I am a year later, still trying to think that this thing was all wrong.
A year later, and I still hope that getting rid of this thing wasn't wrong.
A year later, and I know that I'll forever be singing this song.
Was I wrong? Was I wrong?
Well, at least I have a TV.
But it's so loud, and there's no remote and I can't turn it down.
All I really want is to think.
I want to think about this for the last time.
I want to be sure that it’s something I lack.
I want to want this thing that’s inside me.
I want to get up and leave and never come back.
Oh dear God, I want to get this over with.
Oh dear God, I want someone to talk with.
Another woman walks in, and sits beside me in this makeshift room.
Like me she is wearing nothing but sneakers and socks and a gown.
We don't speak at first.
We're too busy looking each other up and down.
And then she does this thing that makes me want to cry.
She says, "This your first time, honey? You don't look like you belong".
And of course she's so right.
But I wish somehow that I could tell her she's wrong.
This thing that has happened, it's so wrong.
To think it just happened one night.
So I tell her, and she's nodding her head.
She looks at me with sympathy.
She says, "41 and it's your first time.....my oh my, you poor thing."
Then she turns to the TV and says, "I can't hear it, is there a remote?"
She finds it and turns The Judge up louder, while my words get stuck in my throat.
I don't say anything.
I just think about this whole thing.
Then the nurse calls my name, and I'm gone.
Just like that, this thing is gone.
And here I am a year later, still trying to think that this thing was all wrong.
A year later, and I still hope that getting rid of this thing wasn't wrong.
A year later, and I know that I'll forever be singing this song.
Was I wrong? Was I wrong?
Feels Good Inc.
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- Antwerp '06, Nijmegen '07, Werchter '07
It's about an abortion clinic, actually.
I think you got that across pretty well because I knew that's what it was.
dreamer in my dream
we got the guns
i love you,but im..............callin out.........callin out
and remember it only matters what you think. no one else.
what may be right for one may not be right for some.
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
well stated
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
it's only after you've lost everything ...that you are free to do anything....(Fight Club)
... I'll ride the wave...where it takes me....
and come back soon
and play us a tune
on this Full Moon
Graduate of the School for Sexual Gifted....magna cum loads
Thank you for asking.