Spain - Kristin Hersh

Four days in Spain

Smoky Spain

And I take off again

Then I take off again, smiling back

The engine is idling

And the car seems to be expanding

Weird

Blindfolded kissing

Looking for the truth in your tiny moves

I hate to lose

Four days in Spain

Spooky Spain

And you’re my missing thing:

Too sweet and pointless

Complete and somewhere else

I was sick of being asked

I didn’t want to to anyways

Sucking down mother’s milk

Singing my throat away

It’s not an awful secret, you know

It’s just a secret

Spitting out your blue gum

Kissing your breath away

I wanted you to sleep with her and

Hate yourself instead of me

I wanted you untrue

Hating yourself like me

After all, what am I missing

I haven’t missed before

Sucking down the precious lies

I should have swallowed way before?