"Waiting For You To Get Over This"
Written: Last Sunday

Come here and listen to me,
Come here and listen to me,

Come here and listen to me,

and me, listen to me, me,

And

And I

And I will try and remember that once

that once I

loved you.

Once I loved you.

Over this

Over this I will weep

Over this I will weep until I

become stone

become stone

become stone
become stone

become stone

And I hope

And I hope it will happen soon and last forever

forever

forever

So I don't have to feel anything any more.

Yes, even the pleasure of your kisses
Will I sacrifice

not to feel the pain of burying the child.

of burying the child.
of burying the child.

I'm leaving you now.

I'm leaving without a second thought.

I'm leaving you now without remorse.

Leaving you.

I know full well that it will destroy you.

And your tears will make no difference at all

make no difference

make no difference at all.

(And,yes,I once.did.love.you.without.qualifiers.,.because
you'rejust I'm leaving you because you're just .y.o.u'r.e. ju.s.t. just .r.e.m.em. ber.....in .g.justhowI.was.bebeforefore.

.
And I.m never going to be that way again.

. .. ...
And if I'm stone
I can perhaps be of some use again
Something to sit on, somewhere to put a potted plant

listen to me, I said, com e he
re and listen to me I saidsomewhere to put a potted plant

somewheresom

plant, plant, plant,lant,plantplant

plantplantplantplantplantplantItdoesn'tmatterplantplant
plantplantplantAslongasIdon'thavetofeelplantplantplant

I don't have to feel...listen to me...comehereand ndn ndd llisten to mei don't have to feellllllllllll

stop waiting for me i'm not coming back for me to get better
i'm walking without remorsewithoutyou

I'm waiting for Chettie now and that's our dog Booty.

Chettie sho uld be ge tting ho me fr om sc hool a ny mi nu te n ow and s o I h a ve t o go on wi hou t you wit out any remorse. You' e just rem bering ho I was b fr e and I'm ne going to b tht wyagai. I on ce did lo ve yo wit hout qua lif ie rs. Y s. Yes.

The statue is by Rodin. In Greek mythology Danäide and her forty-nine sisters were married to the fifty sons of Ægyptus. At the command of their father Danaus the fifty daughters murdered their husbands on the first night of their marriage.

As punishment for this horrendous crime they were compelled in The Realm of the Dead to fill a container with water but the leaking jug could never be filled.

Rodin saw the opportunity in this Greek myth of portraying utter exhaustion in a female body, the complete collapse of Danäide from the endless and futile effort of her assignment.

When Susan Dunn was a little girl, there was
nothing she loved more than a cat's eye marble.