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…I think that I’m throwing, but I’m thrown…

Forgive me. I’ve swung to the other side of my musical pendulum, where the sensitive girl singers/songwriters of my mid 20s reside and Lisa Loeb is their queen.

You say I only hear what I want to.
You say I talk so all the time so.
And I thought what I felt was simple,
And I thought that I don’t belong,
And now that I am leaving,
Now I know that I did something wrong ’cause I missed you.
Yeah yeah, I missed you.
And you say I only hear what I want to:
I don’t listen hard,
Don’t pay attention to the distance that you’re running
To anyone, anywhere,
I don’t understand if you really care,
I’m only hearing negative: no, no, no.
So I turned the radio on, I turned the radio up,
And this woman was singing my song:
Lover’s in love, and the other’s run away,
Lover is crying ’cause the other won’t stay.
Some of us hover when we weep for the other who was  dying since the day they were born.
Well, well, this is not that;
I think that I’m throwing, but I’m thrown.
And I thought I’d live forever, but now I’m not so sure.
You try to tell me that I’m clever,
But that won’t take me anyhow, or anywhere with you.
You said that I was naive,
And I thought that I was strong.
I thought, “Hey, I can leave, I can leave.”
Oh, but now I know that I was wrong, ’cause I missed you.
Yeah, I miss you.
You said, “I caught you ’cause I want you and one day I’ll let you go.”
You try to give away a keeper, or keep me ’cause you know you’re just
scared to lose.
And you say, “Stay.”
And you say I only hear what I want to.

© Lisa Loeb