If you tell me you are

going to do something, I expect you to do it. Nothing has changed. done wrong the wind is ruthless the trees shake angry fingers at the sky the people hunch their shoulders hold their collars over their ears and run by it's a cold rain it's a hard rain like the kind you find in songs i guess that makes me the jerk with the heartache here to sing to you about how i been done wrong i am sitting, watching out the window of the coffee shop and i'm waiting, waiting waiting for it to let up i am rocking like a cradle warming my hands with the cup in between i am leaning over the table holding my face over the steam and before it gets so cold that the rain turns to snow there's just a couple things i'd like to know like how could you do nothing and say, i'm doing my best how could you take almost everything and then come back for the rest how could you beg me to stay reach out your hands and plead and then pack up your eyes and run away as soon as i agreed it just all slips away so slowly you don't even notice till you've lost a lot i've been like one of those zombies in vegas pouring quarters into a slot and now i'm tired and i am broke and i feel stupid and i feel used and i'm at the end of my little rope and i am swinging back and forth about you and before it gets so cold that the rain turns to snow there's just a couple things i'd like to know like how could you do nothing and say, i'm doing my best how could you take almost everything and then come back for the rest how could you beg me to stay reach out your hands and plead and then pack up your eyes and run away as soon as i agreed -Ani DiFranco Smilie for the Day: