By dean friedman





Lydia keeps my toothbrush in her apartment and she never complains.

Well, hardly ever. and then jokingly she says

Boy, it's been so long since i held you, i nearly gave you up for dead. i nearly gave you up for dead. i nearly gave you up for dead.



Lydia, lydia how come you understand?

I can offer you nothing at all. this is more than i had planned.

Lydia, lydia i am at your command, at least until morning comes,

Then, i must be off again.



Lydia, you know i always talk about making conscious decisions, about running my own life. well, maybe i'm fooling myself. it's a role i like to play.

Because more often than not i'm down here on the corner. i'm sorry i woke you. do you feel like some company? babe, i need a place to stay.



Lydia, lydia how come you understand?

I can offer you nothing at all. this is more than i had planned.

Lydia, lydia i am at your command, at least until morning comes,

Then, i must be off again.



I sleep with a woman who thinks i'm a child. well, maybe i am. no, that wouldn't surprise anyone. i suspect that much is true.

But, lydia, if you only knew how much i love you. did you know that i love you? it's the best that i can do.



Lydia, lydia how come you understand?

I can offer you nothing at all. this is more than i had planned.

Lydia, lydia i am at your command, at least until morning comes,

Then, i must be off again.