My friend assures me "it's all or nothing"
I am not worried, I am not overly concerned
My friend implores me: "For one time only make an
exception"
I am not not worried
Wrap her up in a package of lies send her off to a
coconut island
I am not worried, I am not overly concerned
With the status of my emotions "Oh", She says, "You're
changing."
But we're always changing
It does not bother me to say this isn't love
Because if you don't want to talk about it then it
isn't love
And I guess I'm going to have to live with that
But, I'm sure there's something in a shade of grey or
something in between
And I can always change my name if that's what you
mean
My friend assures me "It's all or nothing"
But I am not really worried, I am not overly concerned
You try to tell yourself the things you tell yourself
to make yourself forget
I am not worried
"If it's love", she said, "then were gonna have to
think about the consequences"
She can't stop shaking and I can't stop touching her
and.....
This time when kindness falls like rain
It washes her away and Anna begins to change her mind
"These seconds when I'm shaking leave me shuddering
for days" she says
And I'm not ready for this sort of thing
But I'm not gonna break and I'm not going to worry
about it anymore
I'm not gonna bend and I'm not gonna break
I'm not gonna worry about it anymore
It seems like I should say "as long as this is
love..."
But it's not all that easy so maybe I should just:
Snap her up in a butterfly net and just pin her down
on a photograph album
I am not worried, I've done this sort of thing before
But then I start to think about the consequences
Because I don't get no sleep in a quiet room and...
This time when kindness falls like rain
It washes me away and Anna begins to change my mind
And every time she sneezes I believe it's it's love
and
Oh lord.... I'm not ready for this sort of thing
She's talking in her sleep
It's keeping me awake and Anna begins to toss and turn
And every word is nonsense but I understand and
Oh lord... I'm not ready for this sort of thing
Her kindness bangs a gong
It's moving me along and Anna begins to fade away
It's chasing me away
She disappears and
Oh lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing
Author's Notes: (from Jen)
It's amazing how much time a story can take --
particularly a story that one pours herself into as
I've poured myself into the entire PABO saga: the
story of Psyche at the Massachusetts Academy. It is
admittedly a MarySue-esque venture, this PABO series,
for both myself and Jinxo. I write things for Psyche I
wished I could have, and when I needed to escape I
slipped on her persona and played in GenX's universe.
I almost didn't finish "Something in Between" -- in
fact, it's not entirely done, and I admit I have
worries about posting unfinished stories, but I feel
now that the time is right. I haven't worked on it in
several months, and I don't see that I will any time
soon. I have changed much since writing Psyche; she
and I have led very different lives from our point of
divergence over a year and a half ago.
Suffice to say, "Something in Between" is the last
planned PABO story. This isn't saying I won't write
more, if more needs to be told, but I feel that this
is a proper place to end. The story is over. It's been
fun.
Thankyous are in order. Jeanne, thank you for all your
time and support and I suppose even the crazy ideas
you've supplied. Dan, even though I doubt you'll
actually see this, thank you for providing my
inspiration over the course of this story. Everyone on
the jenx@onelist.com list, thanks for signing up and
supporting me. And of course, thanks muchly to Jinxo
-- because, as always, I couldn't have done it without
you.
What are you waiting for? There's a story to be read.
Go read it. :)
