“Ah, that one. Well, okay, I guess. It’s just something I’ve been working on.”
He looks down at his fingers even though I know he doesn’t need to. He doesn’t want to see how sad I’m going to look when I study his face, his movements, listen to the sound of his raspy voice.
“It goes a little somethin’ like this…” Sabin makes a little smile for my benefit.
AGED LIKE WINE, YOU OWN MY TIME.
HEY, YOU SORTED OUT MY OWN HEAD.
YOU CALLED IT TIME FOR A WOMAN.
YOU STARTED TO KNOW, KNOW ME.
I STARTED TO
KNOW YOU, KNOW YOU.
YOU SHUDDERED MY BONES,
HOLDING ON TO MY HAND.
HERE WE GO AGAIN. I’M NOT THE LUCKY ONE YOU NEED.
HERE WE GO AGAIN, LOVE.
HERE WE GO AGAIN, NOT THE LUCKY ONE YOU NEED.
HERE WE GO AGAIN, LOVE.
WAS IT ALL IN MY HEAD?
YOU FELL INTO MY CELL PHONE AND MY BED.
MY THOUGHTS ARE STILL SILENT WITH MY HEAD ON LOCK.
I WANNA FOLLOW YOU AND SEW MY TEARS.
FELL INTO MY HEAD, GIRL, MY MIND.
I WANNA FIND A LOVE THAT’S ALL MINE.
SO, SO…
Something in me aches, so deeply and so profoundly. Sabin’s voice has always been able to reach into my gut and destroy me in the most utterly beautiful way. Tonight, this moment, feels like a painful transition for both of us. It must be one that he needs.
HERE WE GO AGAIN, NOT THE LUCKY ONE YOU NEED.
HERE WE GO AGAIN, LOVE.
HERE WE GO AGAIN, NOT THE LUCKY ONE YOU NEED.
HERE WE GO AGAIN, LOVE.
AND WE LET IT FALL,
AND WE LET IT FALL.
AND WE LET IT BURN,
