Short Work Lyrics - Kris Delmhorst

Pinch me, wont you pinch me? 

I think Im stuck in some bad dream 

Where all the things I thought I know 

Theyre not quite what they seem 

Cause werent you the one who pleaded 

And begged for me to stay 

Told me you cant live without me 

And then you walked away, you made 

Short work of a big dream 

You made brown leaves out of all my summer green 

You made mincemeat out of my pride 

Now you're leaving and youre even making short work of goodbye 

Spare me, wont you spare me? 

Cant you spare me that routine? 

Cause there aint nothing in that bucket 

Gonna make this mess come clean 

No, I never could forget 

The way you turned so cold 

And the silence that you kept 

And all those lies that you told when you made 

Short work of a big dream 

You made brown leaves out of all my summer green 

You made mincemeat out of my pride 

Now Im leaving and Im even making short work of goodbye 

So go ahead, ask me please 

To take you back, on your knees 

You can beg once again 

Say you just want to be friends 

You can rage, you can cuss 

Throw a tantrum, make a fuss 

You can cry, you can swear 

Go ahead, I dont care 'cause you made