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His hand fit all the way across my ribs
Hotter than the heat a woodfire gives
In an empty room couch cushions on the floor
lined up as a bed beside a board

I went outside and cut three grassblades down
Wide as my arm, tall as my crown
I found a peanut can and here's what I did
I splayed the blades out on my sheet
And where they met I placed the yellow lid

Trying to control what I can't control
Trying to control what I can't control

On the radio at Sunset we aced a quiz
We ran the beach together with our answer
And my feet couldn't outrun his
From a phonebooth where a heavy perfume rained
We'd ring the station to be winners
At least that was the game

In the jungle underneath the towering jungle-king
We built our own decor, we didn't try to make sense out of anything
Weaving newsprint placements, still-lifes out of junk
Nets and tree-trunk barriers
There was Patience but I was the only one not drunk

Trying to control what I can't control
Trying to control what I can't control
Trying to control what I can't control
Trying to control what I can't control

And the native chauffeur did skip town
And the rabbi says he intervened before the mafia took us down
But then again, the rabbi is a certain kind of clown
And if I put that summer in a box
The box would be called Lost and Found

The next time I would see a mass of cloud-high waves
I had Patience and the comfort that she gave
But it couldn't really make things any better
Written out, then torn up, we were an essential undelivered love-letter
Love-letter, love-letter, love-letter

Trying to control what I can't control
Trying to control what I can't control
Trying to control what I can't control
Trying to control what I can't control