Julie

You’re hard on me, Julie But the touch of your hand Is all that I long for and misunderstand Upon me unduly For mine are like sand You’re hard on me, Julie Would you help me to stand? You're like a spirited seabird Who won't tell me the crime Of which I am guilty So in the meantime I'll sit in the hallway I'll be drawing the lines Of a well-traveled jailbird With a mouth just like mine I can remember the first time I could see that you were trying To distinguish the lying From what was inside Was it worth your time? Cause I recorded myself crying You weren't buying it So neither did I You're breaking me, Julie I do the best that I can But you always find something That you must reprimand And all the love I've got truly Is all the love I can stand You're breaking me, Julie Would you help me to stand?