Late June

The simple want to be loved The hankered ache to be longed for Shouldn't feel wrong But what if it does All the stupid things I'd done When I couldn't be wrong Gave a gift from the heart 'cause If it don't pump Then it don't start And I shudder at the thought of it You say the horrid things you said to me I first said them to you And all the horrid things you did to me I first did them to you And that's awful to be thinking about The simple want to be loved The hunger don't die in a moment But what if it does Oh, what if it does And the growling gets fluent But there's maybe nothin' to it Feed the starving heart 'cause If it don't pump Then it don't start And I shudder at the thought of it You say the horrid things you said to me I first said them to you And all the horrid things you did to me I first did them to you Well, call on ages Call on braveness Call on lives lost in loving shameless And claw to any memory to help With not feeling alone And then shudder at the thought of it Ain't this something of a spectacle Ain't this some kind of spectacle Ain't this something for tired eyes Why ain't this something to forget about You say the horrid things you said to me I first said them to you Well, that's awful to be thinking about And all the horrid things you did to me I first did them to you Well, that's awful to be thinking about If my truth is my truth And that truth is mine Can't I change the tale To suit from time to time? but The horrid things you said to me I first said them to you And that's awful to be thinking about