A can of cola, an unfilled bathtub
For dirty bodies and storing empties
The land-line's nagging, the mail is scattered on the floor
And through a keyhole of a triple bolted door
It's melodrama, its confused chemicals
It's dirty laundry, its empty Styrofoam.
(Repeat Intro Riff)
The Giants won and all the firecracker shells
Are littering the street and I don't give a shit.
My shoes ran off somewhere and I haven't even
Cared to organize a search. My ball of nerves
Don't mistake me
I'll refuse you if you choose to track me down.
And don't you make me leave
Without wishing you well 'til I return
From my brief sojourn to the center of the earth
As far as I tell you it's not as bad as all of that
And I promise not to be reckless
Oh heart of mine, heart of mine
It's your face that brings me back every time.
(Repeat Intro Riff)
It's dirty laundry, its empty Styrofoam.