Robin Amy Bass

CREATURE OF HABIT

Just a creature of habit – a man set in his ways.
With a history of heartbreak and a few crimes that paid.
(In your head, it’s just neater if you just live alone)
Now you’ve found that it’s safer to just live alone.
And the pains not as deep if you rent ‘stead of own.

So you always keep busy, ‘cause it makes you feel free.
There’s a million excuses, why you can’t be with me.
Like the song that you’re writing, where you say that you care.
And you say it’s about me, even though I’m not there.

So you sit by yourself eating dinner tonight.
Did you cook it yourself? Did you make something light?
Last time we spoke, you said things just seemed right.
But I’m sleeping alone, when I turn out the light.

I’m obsessive-compulsive yeah I know that it’s true.
I’d never deny it, it’s not something new.
Well, I just need attention, ‘cause I’m human like you.
So when you’re not with me, tell me – what do you do?

Well I might sound outspoken – So I’ll just blame my age.
(But the spotlight keeps moving, as we pass on this stage.)
Like a rite of some passage, when it turns into rage.

But the warm days of summer, will make way for the cold.
As the winds blow its orders, you’ll just do as you’re told
While, a voice in me whispers – says just let us unfold.
There’s no way you can sell it, if it’s already sold.

And if it’s off the market, then you just have to wait.
And you hope in your heart that it isn’t too late.
So I sit on my sofa as the old wall clock ticks.
And I think to myself “Does he do this for kicks?”

What is it you’re watching on that damned old TV?
I can’t help but wonder – just what it is you see.
All alone in the darkness, is where you’ve made your home?
Just a creature of habit – are you happy alone?

No, I don’t want to crowd you – don’t want to butt in.
But, waiting like this, well my patience grows thin.
Though I can go the distance, still I may change the plan.
‘Cause I only know how to be just who I am.

While I don’t want to change you, I have so much to give.
And, although you’re surviving, still it’s no way to live.
‘Cause you know just like I do, that someday it all ends.
And, all that stuff is just useless, ‘cepting lovers and friends.

And this distance your keeping – well, it’s growing, you see.
‘Cause you water it daily, like you care for a tree.
And the longer you let it, well the harder it gets,
Call it foregone conclusions, in your ways you are set.

So, I guess what I’m saying is JUST OPEN THE DOOR.
Or the day it will come – I won’t ask any more.
And if people should ask me, I will say it’s because.
He’s a creature of habit; this is just what he does!

Author’s Note: This is one of the few “songs” that I wrote… I was checking where I was this time last year. The joy of keeping an on-line diary… not hard to figure… I was just waiting for my divorce and Tim was spending every evening alone (I hope)… well that’s changed.