Done

I think you're in denial
lost in a vacant smile
I may be gone awhile
but don't touch that dial

they tell me you're the method to my madness
they seem to think you're my idea of fun
they tell me you're the antidote to my insanity
so stick a fork in me
I think I'm done

I’m sucking wind
I’m blowing smoke
slouching southwards
expand, recede and collapse
into my own skin
but you my friend
I think were born at forty-five
and I’m still younger
than you’ve ever been

they tell me you're the method to my madness
they seem to think you're my idea of fun
they tell me you're the antidote to my insanity
so stick your fork in me, I think I'm done

need flesh inside my belly
want booze upon my breath
to turn my legs to jelly
and catch a whiff of death

they tell me you're the method to my madness
they seem to think you're my idea of fun
they tell me you're the antidote to my insanity
so stick your fork in me, I think I'm done

©1995 Jessie Jacobson

Jessie Jacobson: Vocals, Guitars, Keyboards, Loops

Produced by Jessie Jacobson • Recorded 1997