Words that cut like razors

Suzanne Vega

Suzanne Vega (1985)

Straight Lines

There's a sound

Across the alley

Of cold metal

Touching skin

And you can see

If you look in her window

That she has gone and cut

Her hair again

In straight lines

Straight lines

Those soft golden lights in the morning

Are now on her wooden floor

The wind has swept them through the apartment

She don't need them

Any more

Any more

Any more...

She's cut down

On her lovers

Though she still dreams

Of them at night

She's growing straight lines

Where once were flowers

She is streamlined

She is taking the shade down

From the light

To see the straight lines

Straight lines

She wants to cut through the circles

That she has lived in before

She wants to finally kill the delusions

She won't need them

Any more

Any more

Any more...

But there's a sound

Across the alley

Of cold metal

Too close to the bone

And you can see

If you look in her window

The face of a woman

Finally alone

Behind straight lines

Straight lines

I'm back from S's house...it was an okay weekend but i realized just how much i have the power to hurt someone with the things i say. I am a very critical person and i have a sarcastic wit, S. decided to let me know by saying that my words cut like razors.I dont even realize it when i say something that could potentially hurt someones feelings. I've been this way since i was young but i dont want to hurt him. So therefore i will have to curb my comments around him from now on.

Hmm...there isnt really much to say so i'll write later on.

Love me

xoxox

2:48 p.m. - 2003-01-13