silentbob elderly woman behind the counter in a small town

I seem to recognize your face
Haunting, familiar, yet I can't seem to place it
Cannot find the candle of thought to light your name
Lifetimes are catching up with me
All these changes taking place, I wish I'd seen the place
But no one's ever taken me
Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away... (2x)

I swear I recognize your breath
Memories like fingerprints are slowly raising
Me, you wouldn't recall, for I'm not my former
It's hard when, your stuck upon the shelf
I changed by not changing at all, small town predicts my fate
Perhaps that's what no one wants to see
I just want to scream...hello...
My god its been so long, never dreamed you'd return
But now here you are, and here I am
Hearts and thoughts they fade...away...

Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away... (2x)
Hearts and thoughts they fade...away...
Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away... (3x)
Hearts and thoughts they fade...

belly fire a woman convinced against her will
is of the same opinion still
shulamith what woman are you? you are a beautiful and vile creature of my own making. the incongruencies of your person are such that i can't resist the urge to incite you. you are quick to anger, but your fire is little more than a flash of lightening, the spark of ignition in the barrel of a gun. it burns bright and fast, and all too often not without consequence. but it also misfires and goes unrecognized through your own fault.

what woman are you? bound by the shackles of your sex, but feeling no kinship with those who share your cell. the words of my namesake sear your mind like the fire of a brand, but you remain unmoved. Are you so content with this predisposed complacency that you fail to take up the mantle of your sex? the blind radical is a part you will not play, but how can you remain so eternally uninspired? it is a talent i dream not of.

what woman are you? are you so loathe to embrace the possibility of companionship? you are an immovable object, tethered by cynicism and masked by a chipped venir of positivist self-sufficiency. you are drowning in your own bullshit philosophy, your dharma of lies fills your lungs with blue-black smoke. it will asphyxiate you. I can already feel your fingers slacken in my grip as the weight of your self-righteous indignation draws you into the depths of your delusion.

what woman am i? i am lost in you, the captain of a sinking ship.
what's it to you?
who go