To Make My Peace With You: Spoonful of You

Spoonful of You

Cat took my tongue
Left a frog in my throat
Bloodshot and horse
Of coarse I’d try to make a joke
Maybe just a spoonful of you
And I could see anything through

I hate my job
But hey, don’t we all?
Roll with the punches
I’m just dying for you to call
Maybe just a spoonful of you
And I could see anything through

Well it’s been
Forty-eight
Hours since you told me
To call in the morning
If there was still anything
And I’ve called
I have called
But still you don’t answer
And I’m tired of hearing the ring

I got so seasick
Aboard the Love Boat
Sitting through sitcoms
Trying to stay afloat
Maybe just a spoonful of you
And I could see anything through




September 21, 2007