isabelle
Now it's just you two
in a world of poems and paintings,
I guess this means I'm through,
it also means I'm breaking,
But Isabelle what can I do
if I'm caught in him, this man you love?
And Isabelle what can I do
if his strong hands make it hard to shove him away?
And I know it's hard
to picture it up here,
in your tobacco strewn backyard.
And it is kinda toilsome to keep an eye on him;
just look what he's done so far.
But Isabelle what can I do?
The last thing I need is to end up askew,
and Isabelle what can I do?
The prophets make it difficult,
Isabelle what can I do
in the few weeks time you're out of sight?
And Isabelle what can I do
just because it feels alright?
And the ground is already hard
where its been dug in,
I've gone this way too many times,
And the pit keeps going deeper,
but I'm not turning back,
so Isabelle try to understand
I know just what to say,
but it's incorrect to say it,
How do I break it to him?
The death of one is staying,
And all I think of now
is a way to get under and a way to get out,
So Isabelle what can I do
with the naive pain it's causing you?