People get forgiven. People you love get to get away with things. There are limits of course. You can't let people walk all over you. There's a point at which the allowance you give someone you can't fault out of respect or love becomes them abusing you. You can't let it go that far.
It's an esoteric set of parameters, Wax Lips Wax Wings.
Wax Wings by their very nature keep you from flying close enough to the sun to burn up. When your wings disintegrate and you fall the fact that you weren't burned up by the heat of the sun is cold comfort. By the time you are cooked or splatted you are just meat, unopinionated flesh.
Wax Lips are horrible candy that tastes good and is satisfying to chew but cannot be eaten.
Esoteric parameters.
A man can be bad at drinking, and forgiven. Judged to be the man under the influence and not defined by the influence he is under. It can go far.
And people don't see all of you. Your intimates know you as a collection that includes your foibles. The dudes at the office know you in your suit. Church ladies see you on your best behavior. We are aware of the eschelons we traverse and where the boundaries lie.
People who are not just whole and themselves know where they can go off the rails and where they must stay on, where appearances have consequences and where they don't.
Rock and rollers are gonna get drunk and high. Artists might be undependable and late or flighty. Their glasses might be dirty.
It might be lost on them that their emotional fortitude is rocked by the late nights and the intake. The people who have to absorb the blows from the wild emotional swings are those most likely to love them as a collection that includes those swings as the foibles.
It's excusable, so the responsibility to become whole and cease to swing falls on you. And maybe a song can get you by til you come together. But don't ride on it.
You can't write the really good ones until you are whole and real. So, write your way toward that.
Wax Lips Wax Wings
You've seen him go liquid so many times, When his coat drags on the ground it shines over. You know he’s been sleepin’ in his clothes, and that nobody else knows.
You know you hold on to his heart in your hand, and that he can barely understand when you go around wearin’ his clothes and you don't let nobody know.
O! When you go, your heart goes silently with you alone.
O? When you go, your heart goes silent.
He says he wishes he could tell the whole world when he's got you alone. He says you bring a raise to his pride, but he still feels obliged to hide away your love. He says you bring a raise to his pride, but he still feels the need to hide.
O! When you go, your heart goes silently with you alone.
O? When you go, your heart goes silent.
Repeat first verse.
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