This is one of my favourite songs:
[2003 Perfect Square live version has this as intro:
It's the poison that in measures brings illuminating visionIt's the knowing with a wink that we expect in southern womenIt's the wolf that knows which root to dig to eat to save itselfIt's the octopus that crawled back to the sea.instinct, gut, feeling, feelings]This flower is scorched
This film is on
On a maddening loop
These clothes
These clothes don't fit us right
I'm to blame
It's all the same
It's all the same
You come to me with the phone in your hand
You come to me with your hair curled tight
You come to me with positions
You come to me with excuses
Decked out out in a robe
You wear me out
You wear me out
We've been through fake-a-breakdown
Self hurt
Plastics, collections
Self help, self pain,
EST, psychics, fuck all
I was central
I had control
I lost my head
I need this
I need this
A paper weight, junk garage
Winter rain, a honey pot
Crazy, all the lovers have been tagged
A hotline, a wanted add
It's crazy what you could've had
It's crazy what you could've had
It's crazy what you could've had
I need
I need this
It's crazy what you could've had
It's crazy what you could've had
I need
I need this
It's weird, I have never actually had a relationship meltown of the proportions described in this song, but I can relate to the raw emotion of it any way. That is what makes it such a good song. The pain resounds.
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