She posted a poem awhile back on her blog with some of the lyrics from MOR scattered in it.
Here it is:
Goodbye, Supernatural
her perfume still haunts this room
in beautiful bouquets and sensual phantoms
that stir the air & soften my eyes to sleep
my fingers and lips cradle the evidence
my hair is twisted and tangled
gripping the remnants of her grunted breath
my ears can hear
the rain splashing against
the window pane
as the minutes drip by
my mind slips & sighs
slinking
from the haze
and everything is slower now,
softer, and silent
she wanted to stay.
she wanted to remain, here, beside me, coiled like serpents beneath the linens, our limbs meshed and raveled like roots of an ancient tree, sharing dreams, sharing this fantasy, her long locks wrapped snugly around my back and neck as she sleeps soundly on my shoulder and chest.
but she left.
i asked her to go. to dress quickly, quietly, to slide those boots over the black tights she pretends are jeans, to tie her hair back in a rushed, ugly knot, to thrust her bra in her oversized bag, pull that expensive sweater back over her head, kiss me again, & head for the door.
i retrieve her car keys, she is already texting someone, but i don’t mind, i just want her to leave, before this means something more, something my heart can’t handle, before i realize how amazing this was and how important she is to me.
she stops and turns.
so beautiful as the candles still flicker and burn.
okay, good bye.
goodnight my love. you were supernatural.
call me? sure.
tomorrow? okay.
text me when you get home so i know you made it safely.
is anything wrong?
i’m fine. i just have an early day.
but all i wanted to do was sleep.
i know but the temptation would have been too great.
thank you for understanding. you are amazing.
okaaay.
g’nite baby.
good niiight.
love you.
what?
i said, i’ll call you.
you better.
i will. let’s do dinner. soon.
k. night.
bye.
& the door closes.
& i return and collapse on the bed.
not wanting to remember.
just sleep and pretend.
it never mattered
…..anyway.
So I believe that confirms the ex theory. But, as always, Otep's songs have several different meanings. :)
She posted a poem awhile back on her blog with some of the lyrics from MOR scattered in it.
Here it is:
Goodbye, Supernatural
her perfume still haunts this room in beautiful bouquets and sensual phantoms that stir the air & soften my eyes to sleep
my fingers and lips cradle the evidence my hair is twisted and tangled gripping the remnants of her grunted breath
my ears can hear the rain splashing against the window pane as the minutes drip by my mind slips & sighs slinking from the haze and everything is slower now, softer, and silent
she wanted to stay.
she wanted to remain, here, beside me, coiled like serpents beneath the linens, our limbs meshed and raveled like roots of an ancient tree, sharing dreams, sharing this fantasy, her long locks wrapped snugly around my back and neck as she sleeps soundly on my shoulder and chest.
but she left.
i asked her to go. to dress quickly, quietly, to slide those boots over the black tights she pretends are jeans, to tie her hair back in a rushed, ugly knot, to thrust her bra in her oversized bag, pull that expensive sweater back over her head, kiss me again, & head for the door.
i retrieve her car keys, she is already texting someone, but i don’t mind, i just want her to leave, before this means something more, something my heart can’t handle, before i realize how amazing this was and how important she is to me.
she stops and turns. so beautiful as the candles still flicker and burn.
okay, good bye. goodnight my love. you were supernatural. call me? sure. tomorrow? okay. text me when you get home so i know you made it safely. is anything wrong? i’m fine. i just have an early day. but all i wanted to do was sleep. i know but the temptation would have been too great. thank you for understanding. you are amazing. okaaay. g’nite baby. good niiight. love you. what? i said, i’ll call you. you better. i will. let’s do dinner. soon. k. night. bye.
& the door closes. & i return and collapse on the bed. not wanting to remember. just sleep and pretend. it never mattered …..anyway.
So I believe that confirms the ex theory. But, as always, Otep's songs have several different meanings. :)
Amazing song.