March 25, 1998

Do your interpretation of the course of events
That swings my life from the outside of the fence
I got in a fight at the Team Dresch show and
Always fighting, me, it came off macho

And I am a lion roaring out loud
In my dreams I’m angry
But I never touch the ground
I feel like I’m flying somewhere underneath the sheets

I took your bracelet from the bathroom
I've had it ever since we met
Check your lipstick in the mirror
Sway and swing your hips

Head out to the new bad things show
At the end of Burnside
At the, oh hell used to be the x-ray
Not all that familiar

The history of this town
Only been here for a short while
But you knew it

Say you’re sick of all the narrow eyes
And all the lies and the actors
Feeding on our hearts

We'll bleed this one dry
Don't talk, don't lie

Everyone is on call for a job that they hate
Check the mirror, check the bathroom
Check the toilet, sweep me up with broom

Broom that you made yourself
From the hangers from the closet down
He was asking for it but you knew it