Lyrics w.o a Melody
2007-09-02 - 5:16 p.m.
These are just lyrics without a melody. I should be talking a self-defining moment within Cisneros' work, but rather, I am sitting contemplating my life in a rather vain way.
I'll find a way to pay the bills, to move out, to conquer everything, if it means I get to play the part of the heroine in your life story. In the autobiography, will I get a chapter of my own? If you love me, say so; if you need me, don't forget the way things have been playing out lately. We're going to play you a song, and hopefully, it'll sweep you off your feet, honey.
It's not like I've pretended with you, but does he ever remember sitting out on hillsides talking about what our house would look like? It's not like I'm sorry, but, honey, I'm sorry to disappoint. There are things I think about that can't be expressed in words. I have memories that don't really process.
Remember when conflict was girl likes boy, boy doesn't like girl? Yeah, we're not pushing that agenda anymore, but what's the deal with the police trying to outlaw hugs?
Me.