Why do you come here —
when you know I’ve got troubles enough?
Why do you call me —
when you know I can’t answer the phone?
You make me lie when I don’t want to —
and make someone else some kind of unknowing fool.
You make me stay when I should not —
are you so strong, or’s all the weakness in me?
Lyrics from “The Weakness in Me” by Joan Armatrading, 1981.
Photo by Rick Stachura. East River waterfront at twilight. Greenpoint, Brooklyn. March 7, 2020.