Ain’t Nothing Wrong With A Little Longing

What would it take to forgive me
For those dead flowers on our anniversary?
It’s just that I didn’t know that
You could have honesty without cruelty

Your timing was mercenary
Your brutality was mechanical
My resistance fell easily
Ain’t nothing wrong with a little longing

Ain’t nothing wrong
Ain’t nothing wrong
Ain’t nothing wrong with a little longing
Ain’t nothing wrong with a little longing

I asked for your mercy
You looked at me like I was scraped from the killing floor
Then you slumped into a pregnant pause
But when the words came out they were still born

You’ve longed for clemency
And I’ve longed for gin oblivion
This I know with all certainty
Ain’t nothing wrong with a little longing

Ain’t nothing wrong
Ain’t nothing wrong
Ain’t nothing wrong with a little longing
Ain’t nothing wrong with a little longing

In the age of Johnny Ray lovers drowned in a dozen lonely lakes from all the tears he’s crying
In the age of Gesualdo gods and demons fought a horror show for all the notes he’s writing
Now in this threadbare age the author of all things prepares his page for just a little longing