Regretting What i Said... - Christine Lavin

    Regretting What I Said When You Called Me 11:00 on a Friday Morning to Tell Me that at 1:00 Friday Afternoon You were Going to Leave Your Office, Go Downstairs, Hail a Cab, Go Out to the Airport to Catch a Plane to Go Skiing In the Alps for Two Weeks, Not that I wanted to Go with You, I wasn't Able to Leave Town, and I Couldn't Really Expect You to Pay My Way (and I'm not such a hot skier) , But After Going Out with You for Three Years I Don't like Surprises (subtitled A Musical Apology)

    I didn't mean it when I said I hope the cable
    in the elevator snaps when you step on board
    and I was joking when I said I hope you crack your head
    and get mangled by the downstairs revolving doors
    and I was kidding when I said I hope the #103 bus
    hits and makes a pancake out of you
    I'm sorry I'm sorry
    but isn't it amazing what a man in love will do

    And I really don't want to see your taxi on the 59th Street Bridge
    flip over and crash through the rail
    and I'd feel bad if at the airport you were mistaken
    for a local sex offender
    arrested, beaten up and thrown in jail
    and I really don't want to see you getting radiation poisoning
    from the metal detector
    that all passengers on foreign and domestic flights
    must walk through
    I'm sorry
    forgive me
    for all the mean things I said to you

    You thought I didn't have a temper
    ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha surprise
    but I really don't want to see you
    dismembered by the marijuana sniffing dogs
    when a simple little nipping would suffice

    And I'm sorry that I said I hope
    the plane explodes in mid-air
    as it carries you away from me
    and I'm sorry that I said
    I hope you break both legs
    on the mountain while you ski
    and I'm sorry for all the nasty things
    I said about your mother
    even though we both know they're true
    I'm sorry
    I'm sorry
    I'm swallowing my pride
    I'd feel so guilty if you died
    Oh I'm sorry
    but I'm still mad at you


    Marco Giunco
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