Tabitha Monet

3

A third party observes two people in a dysfunctional relationship. One person is empty and has nothing to give, and the other justifies the other's behavior.

there?s so much I?m wanting to say to you
but they tell me it isn?t my place
I use to live like you I use to choose
to be the one to try to fill up
his dry empty space

but things changed

it?s completely one sided
I?m an expert in this type of guy
but you still justify it
pretending to drink from the bottle
but, honey, it?s dry

it?s so empty here on the inside
it?s so empty here on the inside
its so empty here on the inside
and I'm trying to leave, but why can?t I

there?s so much I?m wanting to say to you
but I realize it?s not my concern
I used to think
that all the things I worked through
I should offer
for others to learn

but it?s not
the advise that you want

it?s completely one sided
I?m an expert in this type of lie
but you still justify it
pretending to drink from the bottle
but, honey it?s dry

it?s so empty here on the inside
it?s so empty here on the inside
its so empty here on the inside
and I?m trying to leave, but why can?t I

I am the albatross
this desert?s hard to cross
I have a feeling I?ve forgotten something
I am the albatross
this desert?s hard to cross
I have a feeling
I?ve forgotten something - I?m empty

20

This is an ambiguous song and could hold different meanings for different listeners. It could suggest envy of another's liason. It could suggest a sexual fantasy. It could suggest eternal love. It could suggest a lesbian infatuation.

Inspired by a David Mamet poem

I want it for mine

her love is like
a bird in flight
feathers crashing in the night

her love is like
a drugged up high
spinning weightless in the sky

it can always go a little further
it can always grow a little more
it can always creep into your bones further
you will always know you were the one for her

I want it for mine

her love is like
Indian spice
the scent of her is paradise

her love is like
the very ripest
fruit you?ve tasted in your life

it can always go a little further
it can always grow a little more
it can always creep into your bones further
always know you were the one for her

try to touch seems within your grasp
watch it running right through your hands

I want it for mine

14

This breakup doesn't feel like the end - maybe you'll realize that before it's too late. Save me from this endless loneliness.

well it feels kind of weird
to watch the time slip away here
I suggest to me it might help
if I write this for myself

you said without me you would die
you left without saying goodbye
and the two tracks on the drive
imply farewell

you won?t find what you?re looking for
you won?t find someone to give you more
maybe this time you?ll see

somehow I feel that you're behind me
I watch the clock and hope you'll find me
but you don?t pass by my window
or appear behind doors 1,2, or 3
without you I?m the loser of the game-show
I?m the champion of the solo
I?m the writer of the novel
Adventures of Me and Me

you won?t find what you?re looking for
you won?t find someone to give you more
maybe this time you?ll see

we seemed a destination
but tonight it change
into a road of contemplation
will things ever be the same
I know
the answer, so

you won?t find what you?re looking for
you won?t find someone to give you more
maybe this time you?ll see

still I?m the loser of the game-show
I?m the champion of the solo
I?m the writer of the novel
Adventures of Me and Me

12

The phoenix is used to symbolize change, improvement, death and rebirth. Your sould continues to evolve as a phoenix from the ashes, and If you listen closely to your inner voice, your being will improve on many levels.

year after year I?m
relearning what?s mine
I?m painting a picture
it?s speaking in sign

a phoenix dies and it rises, wings open wider

the passing of seasons
it?s changing the sky
I?m gazing at stars and
connecting the lines

a phoenix dies and it rises, wings open wider
pushing it closer to finer

it create the shadows
on my canvas of white
and beneath its silence
is where all of my treasures lay

like phoenix I die I rise and my wings open wider
like a phoenix I die I rise and my wings hold me higher
pushing me closer to finer

Prior to wading in streams that run deep
Prior to walking on grounds made of stone
she said my feet should sprout roots and hold

I die
I rise
and my wings open wider

I feel inside
I feel an everlasting fire

and as I sit here still
I find my fire becomes sweet water
the water has a spirit that is calling
if you listen you?ll be fine