Obliterate To My TIna

She reconciles my certainty to doubt...yet to truth.
She says she holds me in high regard that may be too high for me..yet I thank her.
She says you are a raw truth, an honest truth...yet not to yourself.

She's a good friend whose hand I love to hold.
She and I sing, and dance together.
She is always a him when he's never around.
And I am her him as well.
She's my best friend
A confidant, a sister.

I always thought I would only have one girlfriend like that
because i didnt know i could share secrets with someone like that again.
'Cause she knows me.
Through the phony and tired and sad and happy.

I ask her only once and a while how shes doin..
'Cause I know her.
She's sad. very sad. so alone
to care for only her...but all of us.
And who cares for her
She's so tired

So draining..to wash all that away with our gulps of thirst.

Together we sing and dance and talk
And smile through all the tears.