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why dont you ever want to play

im tired of this piece of string

you sleep as much as i do now

and you dont eat much of anything

i dont know who youre talking to

ive 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 arent helping anything

they wont make you strong



so we should open up the house

invite the tabby two doors down

you can ask your sister if

she doesnt bring her basset hound

and as for things you shouldnt miss

tape hiss and the modern man

cold war and card catalogues

to come and join us if they can



for girly drinks and parlour games

we'll pass around the easy lie

of absolutely no regrets

then later maybe you could try

to let your losses dangle off

the sharp edge of the century

we'll 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

lick the soil from your skin

scratch the terror and begin

to believe youre strong



all you ever want to do is drink and watch TV

frankly that thing doesnt really interest me

i swear im going to bite you hard

and taste your tinny blood

if you dont stop the self-defeating lies youve been repeating

since the day you brought me home

i know youre strong