Billie Holiday - The End of a Love Affair
So I walk a little too fast and I drive a little too fast,
And I’m reckless it’s true,
But what else can you do at the end of a love affair?
So I talk a little too much, and I laugh a little too much,
And my voice is too loud, when I’m out in a crowd,
So that people are apt to stare.
Do they know, do they care, that it’s only,
That I’m lonely and low as can be?
And the smile on my face isn’t really a smile at at all.
So I smoke a little too much, and I drink a little too much,
And the tunes I request are not always the best,
But the ones where the trumpets blare.
So I go at a maddening pace,
And I pretend that it’s taking your place,
But what else can you do, at the end of a love affair.
Guys, I’m scared.
Pol Bury after Sam Falk. George Washington Bridge. 1967.