well enough....

she saw me even though i was hiding in my very best spot. can't shake it today. there's a lump in my throat, a fist in my chest, and a very real sense of loss or abandonment that i can't figure out.

such is life. c'est la vie. and all those other phrases that say the very same thing.

it will pass, it always (usually) does.

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fugitive - indigo girls

i'm harboring a fugitive, a defector of a kind
and she lives in my soul drinks of my wine
and i'd give my last breath to keep us alive

are they coming for us with cameras or guns
we don't know which but we gotta run
and you say this is not what i bargained for

so hide yourself for me
all for me

we swore to ourselves, we'd go to the end of the world
but i got caught up in whirl and the twirl of it all
a day in the sun, dancing alone, baby i'm so sorry

now now it's coming to you, the lessons i've learned
won't do you any good, you've got to get burned
well the curse and the blessing, they're one in the same
baby it's all such a treacherous gain

hide yourself from me
i said "hide yourself from me
all for me"

i stood without clothes, danced in the sand
i was aching with freedom, kissing the damned
i said "remember this as how it should be"

oh baby i said, it's all in our hands
got to learn to respect what we don't understand
we are fortunate ones, fortunate ones i swear

hide yourself for me, i will hide myself for you
all for you, all for you
i will hide myself for you
all for you

i stood without clothes, i danced in the sand
i was aching with freedom, kissing the damned
i said remember this as how it should be