4. 89 of You
You and your tap shoes stumbled into my head
They fit you comfortably senor
Then you weaseled your way into my mouth
Wouldn't you know my tongue fell out before
You run from the wind and the sound of my voice
and you chase the chill that's been hiding those boys
Now that I know there's 89 of you
and that you only wanted me because I wanted you to
well I can unpack now and sleep in my bed
I'm sorry I blew your cover
Knock, knock I'm home again from the sky
where I've been dangling for so long
I even polished my feet for the occasion
They were pretty bloody for a while
You jump when the earth cracks to the opposite side
And you can bet it'll screw things up inside
Now that I know there's 89 of you
and that you only wanted me because I wanted you to
well I can unpack now and sleep in my bed
I'm sorry I blew your cover
Now that I know there's 89 of you
and that you only came to play 'cause you had nothing to do
well you can call her now to come pick you up
I'm sorry I spoiled your lover
August, you knew what to do
You knew who you had to kill to get me through
September, you knew what to say
and how I needed you today
The jewels came back to life beneath my ribcage
It was the sugar in you
You told her you were glad my mom needed the car
but you told me the other truth
So you can hop on your pogo stick and bounce the hell out of here
but don't forget this bull will tear the flesh off of your fear
Now that I know there's 89 of you
and that you only wanted me because I wanted you to
well I can unpack now and sleep in my bed
I'm sorry I blew your cover
Now that I know there's 89 of you
and that you only came to play 'cause you had nothing to do
well you can call her now to come pick you up
I'm sorry I spoiled your lover
(Since I know there' 89
I'm better of now and I feel fine)
All Words and Music by Keyth Lawrence
Copyright 2003
Purple Balloon Publishing (ASCAP)