Villagers – Memoir

The city lights are beckoning
The sirens softly call
Of the fantasist and fetishists are preparing the ball
When you’ve been stuck here on the doorstep with nothing to forsake
Well you might as well be anyone’s to take

So I give myself to strangers like I gave myself to you
But the tenderness I felt has been replaced by something new
And in the orgy I can vaguely hear the outline of your call
Well I might as well be anyone’s at all

Every memory is sailing to the kingdom of your soul
As you patiently await I lose all sense of self control
You were the lighthouse to my broken boat
But I’ve left you behind
Now I might as well be anyone’s to find
Take my body take it from me
It is not worthy of your memory

I remember you undressing as I set myself on fire
And the funeral was quick as I lay lifeless on your pyre
Well it’s a kind of desperation
And it’s just something you can’t fake
Oh I might as well be anyone’s to take

So I give myself to strangers like I gave myself to you
But the unity I felt has been replaced by something new
Now I am Helen and I am Mary Jane
I am Robert and I am Paul
Oh I might as well be anyone at all
Yes I might as well be anyone at all

neverwasteadirtymind:

We should try this, Tilly.

Except I don’t play the piano, so we would have to turn around, since you are the one with that skill.

I would dedicate myself to letting my hands roam all over you – your deliciously accessible ass in particular  – playing my favorite, fine instrument.

Perhaps I can hit just the right notes to make you pause your playing and enjoy my Tilly solo before resuming.

We would make beautiful music together.

@tillybloom