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Yeah, you still kiss me, but it's just on the cheek
Yeah, you still kiss me, but it's just on the cheek
Yeah, you still kiss me sometimes, but it's just on the cheek
You pull away so easily
And I still call you, but I get your machine
And I still call you, but I get your machine
And if I'm lucky I guess, I get your roommate answering
But you're at the bar, or at Gene's
And we go to dinner, but you won't hold my hand
We sit at the same table, but we don't play with our feet
Yeah, we still go to dinner sometimes, but we don't sneak a kiss
When the waitress turns around
And we still watch movies, but we don't share the couch
And we still rent movies, but we don't share the couch
Yeah, we still watch movies sometimes, but you don't lay in my lap
The plot is slow, take a nap
And you even stay over, but now we stay in our clothes
Yeah, you'll even sleep over, but now we stay in our clothes
Yeah, you even sleep over sometimes, but we stay in our clothes
I'm only there so that you're not alone
And you say that I hurt you, in a voice like a prayer
Yeah, you say that I've hurt you, and your voice is like a prayer
Yeah, well maybe I hurt you sometimes, but let's contrast and compare
Lift up your shirt, the wound isn't there
I guess that your truth, is just the ghost of your lies
I guess your kind of truth, is just the ghost of your lies
Yeah, your kind of truth, darling, is just the ghost of your lies
I see through them all the time
So I'm pouring some whiskey, I'm gonna get drunk
Yeah, I'm pouring myself some whiskey, I'm going to get really fucking drunk
I'm pouring some whiskey right now, I'm going to get so, so drunk
That I pass out, forget your face, by the time I wake up.
Poison Oak some boyhood bravery.
when the telephone was a tin can on a string.
and I fell asleep with you still talking to me.
you said you weren't afraid to die.
In polaroids you were dressed in women's clothes.
were you made ashamed whyd you lock them in the drawer.
And I don't think that I ever loved you more.
Than when you turned away.
When you slammed the door.
When you stole the car drove towards Mexico.
And you wrote bad checks just to fill your arm.
I was young then I still believed in war.
But let the poets cry themselves to sleep.
and all their tearful words could turn back into steam.
me Im a single cell on a serpants tongue.
and theres a muddy field where a garden was
and I'm glad you got away.
but I'm still stuck out hear.
my clothes are soaking wet from your brothers tears.
And I never thought this life was possible.
You're the yellow bird that I've been waiting for.
The end of paralysis I was a statuette
Now I'm drunk as hell on a piano bench,
And when I press the keys it all gets reversed.
The sound of lonliness makes me happier.
increments spike their blood
where a mass of mud
cucumbers cut to fit their eyes
and so no one would know how tired they've grown
of talking and telling their lies
while your tvs change stations
scroll messages
victims and christians both drinking blood
and they pray for the destruction of all hatred
more often just those with hate for us
cause it hurts when you discover one's worse and one's better
to suffer or cause others to
and you can live by your conscience
now guilt is a concept
you're no longer subscribing to
there's a virgin in my bed
and she's taking off her dress
and i'm not sure what i am gonna do
there's a song stuck in my head
and i can't help singing it
oh how i hope my singing pleases you
cause i am not who i become
but what you made me into
oh we got no health insurance
no cellular service
no disease they can cure
but we need more money to burn
so each person must learn the dollar amount they are worth
and your pills make me dizzy
forgetting my body
i watch as it walks away
and i just keep drinking the poison
and smoking the cartons
a pack and a half a day
so when time comes to claim me
my friends and my family will gather around my grave
and they'll believe that they knew me and love me and miss me
and all call me by my name
so imagine what you want
and then hold on to that thought
cause that's as close as it will ever come
and believe you're where you are and keep acting out the part
but at the end of the end of the day the trees all get wheeled away
and you'll be standing alone in a blank blank space
so believe you're who you are
and stay in character
but at the end of the play the audience walks away
and you'll be a shivering cold on a well lit stage.