Concoction of You

I want to know of course I do if you’ll tell me (if you know)

how hard it is to tell the truth. You know. The cross-your-fingers-hope-to-die thing.

Or, oops-does too much truth=not enough lies?

Living with strangers I become one too but still not quite a ghost in the crowd.  Though I wouldn't recommend all the characters in my dreams.  Truth, brother James.  If you can’t take it from there, you can’t take it anywhere.  We’re fallible: you and me and me and you and we both know it.   We don't even have to pretend we're fucked.   That way freedom can come to us on a clean slate. 

All you have to offer is you.  Should be enough but it isn’t of coure so you must make up for it.  Your concoction of you.  A lot of Emily's slanted ones spoken in Jenny's nicely clipped tone.  Should have stuck with Gertie.  Of course you will feel good and like shit at the same time.  Your bas-relief love.  Well, do you? The end doesn’t always does it?