Slit My Wrists

I thought love would come so easily

Once I had time to spend

And who would guess

That time was not my friend

(Mother) I don't assign vindictive blame

That you'll cry when you read

No, not for trying

Just to give me what I need

But what I need is not fresh tears

I need not to feel the loss of the love and the years

What I need is not ways to go on

What I need is to slit my wrists and be gone

The more alone I felt the more the celebration grew

All the way down Van Ness Avenue

But I no longer take so lightly walking down that street

With nothing left between it and my feet

But what I need is not cut cost

What I need is a life where I've won

All the times that I've lost

What I need is not ways to go on

What I need is to slit my wrists and be gone