Done

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 southward
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 a 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

© Jessie Jacobson (1995)

Produced by Jessie Jacobson.
Recorded 1997 + 2023.

Jessie Jacobson: Vocals, Guitars, Keyboard, Loops