Testo di A Better Wife

i'm just something else he tried a catalogue of interests in a catalogue of lives i hid myself from him, i wouldn't say it was a lie but hiding worked its way into the way we lived our lives it was clear that he was troubled he had trouble with his pride but i could never tell if the fault was his or mine so i drew myself away, i wouldn't say i left behind a man who would never know the man he was inside in a moment he was gone, i could see that he had died by the quickening of blood and the fluttering of eyes so i held him to my breast like all the better wives who furnish men with love and never leave their side i'm just something else he tried the salt that's left behind after tears have dried and i suppose that i'll go on, after all it was my life and all that i supposed i held has come to be untied