Lydia

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.