Past Worn Searching LP, Polyvinyl Records / 1997
God damn it, I'm not talking about my heart,
Like it's something you could break.
There's no convincing you, I'm not sick.
When I say "Heart"
Drug stores make me feel good.
Nothing comes to mind.
And your chest is a cage for my letters.
Silver around my wrist.
And your handwriting's better than mine.
I'm not well.
God damn it, I'm not talking about my heart
Like it's a tinfoil valentine.
There's no convincing you, I'm not sick.
When I say "Heart"
Drug stores make me feel good.
Nothing comes to mind.
And your chest is a cage for my letters.
Silver around my wrist.
And your handwriting's better than mine.
Call an ambulance.
I don't wan't to walk home alone.