painful and real slow

i have to thank you for letting me hear it. i told you today that it's perfect for me. twice now he sings about the blackbird... that's me. the "raven" if you will. and it's about you too. all the songs we sing together, every moment of playful touches, every morning of needy affection, every skipped and missed class.

i know what you know. about me. the ache, and the memories, and wishing my life had been different. you know that it's real slow, honey, painful and real slow.

but what you don't know is that you make it go by faster.

thank you.