someday your brain will catch up to your body
and I'll find the bones to make me think this is funny
(I'm not laughing yet)
someday we'll find the time for being gentle
we'll let go and let fall all the faulty things we assembled
with wooden nickels and wooden teeth
(we're not laughing yet)
how can you pay for what you eat
blood under the bridge
happiness is a warm body in your bed
you put the gun to your own head
(and I call your bluff)
it's a tough love with tender skin
it's a darkroom with too much light within
I know it's hard to cut that umbilical cord
