Friday, April 27, 2012

Cinderella Summer

"Cinderella"

Midnight strikes
I'm no Cinderella
I've no glass slipper
I've no magic pumpkin
or Fairy Godmother
My days are work filled
and my Godfather sells clothes
I'm fond of flat shoes
and pillows
So, maybe Charming, you'd like to see
the view of mountains
and green scenery
I'm no Cinderella
my hair isn't blonde
I don't fancy the high life or city lights
I like the stars
and fireflies
Midnight strikes
There is no rushing down castle steps
there's just me and my cat
and a house on a mountaintop
So, maybe Charming, you'd like to see
the woodlands outside
and the stars with me
I'm no Cinderella
I won't play that game
I'd rather a sword
and my own name
I don't need you to ride up on a white horse
I've no time for that upkeep
I just want a man to come and see the night with me
I'm no Cinderella
I don't need to be

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"Summer"

Summer, every year, I wish from you the best
And yet, and yet, and yet....
You leave me with this sense of missed moments
and confusions
and frustrations
I just like the Fall
I like to see you come and see you go
and you leave, oh, oh
Such a mountain of strange things
Summer, you have broken my heart
Summer, you have torn me apart
Summer, you have undone me
You have taken me higher than the walls can handle
Made me stronger than I thought capable
You have healed, hurt and hindered me
You have created illusions and blurred my eyes
Made me cry in fits and live out lies
You have made me feel the greatest happy things
and left me wanting
Summer, every year I, I wish for the best, I do
and yet, and yet, and yet...
You leave me with photos and memories
Missed moments of things that could be
and then I greet the Fall
I like to see you come and go
when you leave, oh, oh
Such a mountain of strange things
Summer, you have mended my heart
You have been a fresh new start
Summer, you have undone me
You've been more than I was able to handle
and all that I could scarcely remember
So many, many things
Summer, when you come this year
Be good to me
Summer, when you come this year
I want to be
missing you when you go
when you leave, oh, oh
I want to greet the Fall
with a thousand memories
of good things

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