mi novela autobiográfica

some days
aren't yours at all,
they come and go as if they're
someone else's days
they come and leave you
behind
someone else's face

and it's harsher than yours

and colder than yours


they come in all quiet,
sweep up and then
they leave
and you don't hear a single floor board creak
they're so much stronger than the friends you try to keep
by your side

downtown,
downtown
I'm not here, not anymore
I've gone away
don't call me,
don't write.

I'm in love with your daughter
I want to have her baby


I'm in love with your daughter
So can I please?

downtown,
downtown
I'm not here,

not anymore

I've gone away

don't call me,
don't write

I've gone away
don't call me,
don't write
don't call me
don't write

(Somedays, Regina Spektor)