I feel superficial thinking I could have you when
You’ve been so goddamn noncommittal on the basis of just friends
And I’ve got nothing to compare it to except what we were back then
And I find no comfort in the knowledge of how this has to end
I’ve been on the road for ninety days and ninety nights
And I’ve grown tired of leaving messages on all your busy lines
So I’ve been dinking me straight whiskey, three bottles of Ten High
With a barely legal peddler of pills that make me right
Chorus:
Woman
Why’d you find me it’s been so long
Did you really think I’d hold on
When being fucked is just like going home
Save your good intentions for the horse you rode in on
And your charitable lessons as if there was right or wrong
There’s only my accountability for things that we both done
And this unstable relationship of my hand and this gun
And I’m brushing past the trigger who’s as happy as could be
As I caress it with my finger like the was you caressed me
And I finally found the answer to erase this memory
But I’ve been dead a thousand times before and somehow I still breathe
Chorus
Are you reaching? Are you reaching again?
I know I am… I’m sick of trying
Are you happy? Are you happy with him?
Tell me softly so it can kill me
And I can put these silly things away