Hold On: Tough Love

Tough Love


If you want to tell me how you feel
How ‘bout you quit trying to get numb?
It’s tough love
I know
But I’m breaking in my funeral clothes
And I’m scared
They’re starting to get comfortable

You swear to god you mean it this time
But a cup of black coffee’s not a bottomless hole
It’s tough love
I know
But I’m breaking in my funeral clothes
And I’m scared
They’re starting to get comfortable

You talk of all the happy people
Like they owe you something, whoever they are
That’s enough
I’m done
We’ve been in this ditch before
But I moved on
I won’t be held responsible

Fashion devours everything
You get so nihilistic over kids’ clothing
Are you still rootless in the kudzu, baby?
Choking the few trees that the super-store left behind?

I haven’t called you up in a long time
No news is good news I suppose, I suppose
I copped out
I know
But I’m breaking in my funeral clothes
And I’m scared
They’re starting to get comfortable


September 8, 2008