Home Blues

I am at Mom's. It is in the am and I am quite tired or starting to be so. Just had another one of those piss-me-off angered exchanges of words with my mother. The ones I dislike so much.

I wish Mom were more like the mothers you see, read about, imagine other mothers to be. Not this hateful, bitter, self-righteous woman that she has become some time over the years. I feel sorry for myself when Mom treats me like shit; I feel sorry for my brother an sister, and most of all, I feel sorry for my mother. She has been in deep denial for years, and she is so old school, she will probably never admit the error of her ways ... which is very sad ...

This Thing Called Love

"THE MAN WHO'LL BE MY NEXT B/F"


verse
the man who'll be here by my side
to keep me safe and warn ...
a man, not mouse, but strong enough
to hold me in his arms ...

verse
a man for summer,
winter,
spring,
when autumn leaves touch ground ... /fall down

this is the guy, i'm trying to find ...
(just) someone who'll hang around ...

BRIDGE
not just good-looking ...
but the kind'a man who's very smart ...

great sense of humor too ... (yeah, yeah)
to touch my heart

REFRAIN
when i'm alone, he'll always phone
cuz he knows when i'm in need ...

the boy who'll be there 'til the end ....
that's
the man
who'll be ...
my next boyfriend ...

{my next boyfriend ... }

that's what i'm looking for
seeking him ev'rywhere i go ...
at the movies, in the corner store ...
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