The Great Depression
Joe Pernice
Oh, you’ve known me all my life
You’ve never left my side
Even when I go to sleep the worm is feeding
Still (it may be sick, I know), I feel I owe you much
How else can I explain the high I’ve grown to love
Here you come, honing points
And polishing my lens
There you go, crafty and insidious
You suck the life out of my family friends
Shall we dance until the death?
Till death do us part
Am I left standing on something worth standing on?
Don’t
(It’s you and me. Don’t fight it, baby.)
If you’re really here to stay someone will have to learn their place
I never want to die
