May is New Zealand Music Month. In honour of it, today I’m posting a song – one of the few I actually put music to – as written in my teens. Oh, the angst! I was emo before emo was born. (Some people like to flashback with old diary entries, or recall what they were doing at the same time a year, two years, or more ago. This is more me.)
After Hours
Why do you give me words
but never as much
as a hug?
You’ll give me material things
but not the feelings
that’s a different kind of love
After hours
when you’re done elsewhere
you come to me to give you
what you lack
what am I?
the secret other?
All these little givens that I don’t understand
and I could never ask
maybe
I’m simply
reading it all wrong
Why do you walk with me
bumping hips
but choose to love someone else
with your lips?
what am I?
the secret other?
After hours
when you’re done elsewhere
you come to me to make up
the overlap
All these little givens that I don’t understand
and I could never ask
Maybe
I’m simply
reading it all wrong
After hours
you’ll buy me a drink or two
but that’s all you do
I got a sinking feeling
this is as far as we go
I could definitely see this song being done to some metal.
Oh, how funny! The melody is actually really gentle, soft and sad.