Why don't you ever want to play?
I'm tired of this piece of string.
You sleep as much as I do now,
And you don't eat much of anything.

I don't know who you're talking to.
I made a search through every room,
But all I found was dust that moved
And shadows of the afternoon.

And listen,
About those bitter songs you sing.
They're not helping anything.
They won't make you strong.

So we should open up the house.
Invite the tabby two doors down.
You could ask your sister if
She doesnt bring her bassett hound.

Ask the things you shouldnt miss.
Tape hits and the modern man,
Cold war and card catalogs
To come and join us if they can.

For girly drinks and parlor games,
We'll pass around the easy lie
Of absolutely no regrets.
And later maybe you could try
To let your losses dangle off,
The sharp edge of a century.
Talk about the weather or
how the weather used to be.

And I'll cater
With all the birds that i can kill.
Let their tiny feathers fill
Disappointment.
Lie down,
And lick the sorrow from your skin.
Scratch the terror and begin
To believe you're strong.

All you ever want to do
Is drink and watch tv.
Frankly that thing
Doesn't really interest me.

I swear I'm gonna bite you hard
And taste your tinny blood.
If you dont stop the self-defeating
Lies you've been repeating
Since the day you brought me home.

I know you're strong.