it’s a song. by pinching judy. i found it particularly meaningful last night at what. two am? i stayed up later than that.
the song is in more. i’m on my way to work, because i’m responsible that way. ha.
the mp3 linky is in more text too. at the bottom.
like sinatra
it was 400 miles on my wheels
to come find her
and i stood like a broken umbrella
behind her
and i opened my mouth just enough to
remind her
she don’t need another mess out of me
but that’s ok cause i agree
i was out on my feet with a feeling
so helpless
and she said ‘you decide to appear
you’re so selfish’
and i picked up a picture of some sucker
on her shelf
that’s when i felt her replacing me
then my knees gave in and i decided to leave
i was thinking of her and wrote a letter to me
it said: torture your liver and let the earth quake
if this makes you shiver then sit there and shake
buddy you bought this with pockets of pride
it’s time to take this murder inside
where you hide in the holes of the reason you slay
i’ve been thinking about all the things
she won’t tell me
oh for fear that i’ll just disappear
can you help me
with the weight of the world at my feet
on my shoulders
and i’m making a mess out of me
but that’s ok
cause i can stand in the face of these things
and stop suffering
the bite of the booze used to sting
now it’s comforting
400 miles on my knees must mean something
but she’s taking her hands back from me
now my wheels won’t turn
what a goddamn shame
but i got no one besides me i can blame
so torture your liver and let the earth quake
if this makes you shiver then sit there and shake
buddy you bought this with pockets of pride
it’s time to take this murder inside
where the creatures are seizing the chances you make
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