Undertow Lyrics - Singles - Michelle Malone

One, two, three, four 

There are cobwebs on the ceiling fan 

And the lonely forty watt flickers when the train goes by 

Take out boxes near the garbage can 

And the leaning tower of dishes is getting three feet high 

Oh I can't stand waiting to hear your boots at my door 

I can't stand wondering if you're out with that whore 

I can't stand I drank an ocean of liquor in your undertow 

Uh ha ha ha ha 

The faucet keeps dripping like a cannonball 

And I threw my guitar in the fire when I ran out of duraflames 

The phone kept ringing right off the wall 

But it never was you, so I ripped it out the socket 

And then I cursed your name 

The sun's been gone for seven days and you been gone for nine 

Tennessee river's just a block away and I could jump in at anytime 

I can't stand waiting to hear your boots at my door 

I can't stand wondering if you're out with that whore 

I can't stand I drank an ocean of liquor in your undertow 

I shuffle around like a mental patient 

In my robe and my bedroom shoes 

Flipping channels from my sleeping bag 

And dining on a box of Fruit Loops 

I can't stand waiting to hear your boots at my door 

I can't stand wondering if you're out with that whore 

I can't stand wishing that I had never been born 

I can't stand I drank an ocean of liquor in your undertow oh 

I can't stand 

I can't stand