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The answer came like a shot in the back |
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While you were running from your lesson |
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Which might explain why years later all you could remember was the terror of the question. |
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Plus, you weren't listening hard |
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You were stockpiling canned goods and making a bomb shelter of our basement. |
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And i can't believe you let the moral go by while you were soaking in the product placement. |
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And where was your conscience? |
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Where was your consciousness? |
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And where did you put all those letters that you wrote to yourself but could not address? |
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Yeah, i'm a good kisser, and you're a fast learner |
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And that kind of thing could float us for a pretty long time. |
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And then one day, you'd realized you've memorized my phone number |
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And you'll call it and find it's a disconnected line. |
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Cuz i got tossed out the window of love's el camino |
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And i shattered into a shower of sparks on the curb. |
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You were smoking me weren't you between your yellow fingers |
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You just inhaled and exhaled without saying a word. |
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Where was your conscience? |
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Where was your consciousness? |
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And what did you do with all those letters you wrote to yourself but could not address? |
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There's a smorgasbord of unspoken poisons |
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The whole childhood of potions that are all bottled up |
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And so one by one i am dusting off labels |
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I am uncorking bottles and i am filling up cups. |
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Go ahead and have a taste of your own medicine. |
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Here i'll have a taste of mine |
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But first let's toast to the lists that we hold in our fists of the things |
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That we promised to do differently next time. |
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Cuz the answer came like a shot in the back |
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While you ran from your lesson which might explain |
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Why years later all you could remember the terror of the question. |
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Cause i'm not listening to you anymore. |
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My head is too sore and my heart's perforated |
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And i am mired in the marrow of my 'well ain't that funny?' bone |
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Learning how to be alone and devastated. |
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Where was my conscience? |
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Where was my consciousness? |
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And where do i put all these letters that i wrote to myself but could not address? |
