Love to a Monster

Lover, now that you've left me, I'm glad you're

unlovely

Because if you could take all the heat in your heart

and just hang it from you

I wouldn't be able to bear the way you cannot love me

It's much easier of me make a monster out of you

And so here I go, substituting the glow from your

temples

All our sighs and our trembles, and each last letter

sent you

From the cheap little pen of this weak little man

The one singing out his jangling, ringing

And hopefully stinging attack upon you

Yeah, so here I go, just exploding the hope we'll be

speaking

some day, years from now, seeking friendship and

understanding

Yeah, I hope you get angry, and hurt, and have the

hardest of landings

And I hope your new man thinks of me when he sees what

a number I did on you

I grow tired of this song, turn my eyes to the blond in

the bleachers

She's a lovely young creature, I think she's seeking

adventure

I think she's ready to see that the world isn't so

sweet or so tender

I won't break her, just bend her, and make her into my

new ringer for you

I stay in the same comfy town, write the same old songs

down, drive the same streets

seek the same sense of dull peace, whisper the same

sweet words to the chippies

The same walk by the road and where the same muddy

snow's finally leaving

But I'll fight off the spring; I don't want lovely

things, I don't want the earth new