His Pleasure Is My Pain

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A man stands in the doorway like a small child Angry fists She lies in her bed her head buried in her pillow She stares at the moon He speaks to her all the words she's heard too many times before And pretty soon she just lets his voice fade away She thinks This was a gradual steel frost that started with cold feet And ended with numb hearts It was once satisfying sex, but now no longer is It was once filled with all the possibilities of new china or old stone But now it's exaggerated and water-logged No longer what these hands had intended and still I cry in my sleep He always said I was too sensitive But I say, least I never meant to make him cry Least I never meant to make him hurt that way No, I never meant to make him cry I never meant to make hurt that way Yes it's true, I 'm too sensitive but He takes pleasure in my pain Yes it's true, I 'm too sensitive but He takes pleasure in my pain And the unheard hours they fly by, she goes to the window Puts on a nightgown and brushes her hair He's already asleep by the time she goes to lay back down She thinks, my god, what I am doing here My bones have grown tired of his hunger, of his grey eyes And I feel that if I were to stay one more night here I 'd die, or explode, or worse yet, just fade away And there've been days so dark when I felt like august and that I soon too would turn to fall He always said I was too sensitive If I dared to care so much, the world could kill me that way I wonder if he's only half alive or if he simply has always lacked such subtlety But I say, at least I never meant to make him cry At least I never meant to make him hurt this way No, I never meant to make him cry I never meant to make him hurt this way Yes it's true, I 'm too sensitive but He takes pleasure in my pain Yes it's true, I 'm too sensitive but He takes pleasure in my pain She gets out of bed and looks at her feet as though they were the wings for her freedom She gets up and goes to the drawer It's a moment in which anything can happen As she gets out some clothing, puts them in a bag And leaves him sleeping while she heads for the door Gone Gone

His Pleasure Is My Pain Written by Jewel Albums Picking Up the Pieces, 2015 Length 5:42 “I wrote this quite a while ago, when I was probably 18. I’ve always liked this song but never found the right place for it. I recorded it acoustic at my home studio and then I had a friend add all those evocative strings to it. This added such a rich texture and ambience to it. It’s a very long song with no chorus. Producing that type of song can be difficult, but hopefully the storytelling is intriguing enough that people keep listening.” — Picking Up the Pieces Press Release