|
Why don't you ever wanna play? |
|
I'm tired of this piece of string |
|
You sleep as much as I do now |
|
And you don't eat much of anything |
|
I don't know who you're talking to |
|
I made a search through every room |
|
But all I found was dust that moved |
|
In shadows of the afternoon |
|
And listen |
|
About those bitter songs you sing |
|
They're not helping anything |
|
They won't make you strong |
|
So we should open up the house |
|
Invite the tabby two doors down |
|
You could ask your sister if |
|
She doesn't bring her basset hound |
|
Ask the things you shouldn't miss |
|
Tape hiss and the modern man |
|
Cold war and card catalogs |
|
To come join us if they can |
|
For girly drinks and parlor games |
|
We'll pass around the easy lie |
|
Of absolutely no regrets |
|
And later maybe you could try |
|
To let your losses dangle off |
|
The sharp edge of a century |
|
We'll talk about the weather |
|
Or how the weather use to be |
|
And I'll cater |
|
With all the birds that I can kill |
|
let their tiny feathers fill |
|
Disappointment |
|
I'll lie down |
|
And lick the sorrow from your skin |
|
Scratch the terror and begin |
|
To believe you're strong |
|
All you ever want to do is drink and watch TV |
|
frankly that thing doesn't really interest me |
|
I swear I'm going to bite you hard and taste your tinny blood |
|
If you don't stop the self-defeating lies you've been repeating since the day you brought me home |
|
I know you're strong |
