When I'm gone. When I'm gone. . Roll my vertebrae out like dice. Let my skull be a home for the mice. Let me bleach like the bones on a beach. I'll be hard like a pit from a peach.
Do you wanna be honest. Or do you wanna win?. You could have it all. If you could gracefully give in. . Like when a martyr go sees a martyr. Lookin' in the mirror makes you cry harder.
Here's the reason. I try to make you feel better. I'm the reason. That you ever feel bad at all. . At least I'm good at something. I just wish it was something good.
Another day passes and you don't call. Getting to know every crack in the wall. If there's a good reason for this. It's a secret you're keeping. . Can't make a move and I don't know why.
I've been angry. And I have strayed. I said words i never thought that I could say. You were sadly sweet. Like an old bar song (or a Wilco song). But I'll be back up on my feet before too long.
Backbeat like an axe. Coming down on the melody. Time to give into. Better living through the chemistry. . Eight foot letters. Can't read the writing.
Friends will agree with a pregnant pause. And silently draw out their claws. It's hard to say no to your face. Running away's as easy as running in place.
Everything's a mess. I sleep but don't undress. Drinking all but the Tia Maria. . I never finished any of these books. Hanging open like house plants.
Your tear walked down from my fingertip. Like a ladybug sidetracked from it's fated trip. We never got to the touching and feeling. 'Cause the skin's too sensitive when the wounds are healing.
Awaken from your slumber. And get up for the train. You were caught at the station. And waiting for the rain. . Well, I call and you answer. And I answer you again.
Accept it, live with it. Move on it right now. The world is sailing. You must turn and face the bow. . The sting of loss is stinging. Voice drowned by the wind.
People will tell you where to go. So I've heard it said. I laid down to take a little nap. But there was wet concrete in my bed. . Now you're hanging out your lantern.
Carrying your ashes from bar to bar. I'm in a mess and you're in a mason jar. With you under my arm like a football. I'm not ready to let go and that is all.
In a fluid notion give away your best. Make a forward motion and in the heat undress. Nearly forty hours it's a living death. If we could only catch our breath.
You're so far out. That you've gone right in. And you're so turned in. That you've turned right off. . Let's not forget about the reason. Let's not forget about the slow dance.
An embarrassment of riches. Up ahead between the ditches. Steady on, pails of blue glass beads and baubles. In the toilets of the super models. . Steady on watch what you wish for.
In natural selection I've avoided all detection. And the tender bits underneath. All with window dressing and calculated guessing. And a bark bigger than my teeth.
Smokescreen, oil patch. Road full of thumb tacks. Stiletto umbrella, steel bowler hat. And spectacles made of bulletproof glass. . Armour in the rat race.
Say you mean it. (Say you do). Say you don't. (Or maybe not). . Say it's stupider, be the genius. (Make your mind). Or be a clown. (Open wide). . Be the witchdoctor and cast your spell around.
Add it to the list of square jawed decisions. I refuse to make for the same reason. San Franciscans don't leave on account of an earthquake. There are textbook moves and trails to blaze.