Too bad you had to have
And my gas tank will be empty soon
Is waving like a flag in the wind
Radio is counting down
I prefer the worst of you
Songwriter: Ani Difranco
She's not really my type
In the back room there's a lamp
Where the deep fryer's always on
Gently side to side
I could make you happy you know
I could do a lot of things
And who am I?
But I think you two are forever
Of balls as we are playing
And I won't know what to say
For existing in the first place
I feel a little unsteady
The top 20 country songs
I don't want nobody to follow me
Y'know, I don't look forward
What was I thinking?
That I should be vying for your touch?
You'll look like a photograph of yourself
I see orion and say nothing
Rubbing elbows with the moon
A safe haven of sleepless
And out on the porch the fly strip
What will I think of next?
And when the fan is on, it swings
Tell you the truth
Neon sign on the horizon
And who am I
Think I'm going for a walk now
Two thirty in the morning
'Cept maybe you
Bet you can't even tell me that much
Except fuck you
Is fuck you
So fuck you
And I do
Taken from far, far away
But you're perfect together
And your untouchable face
There's a changing constellation
If you weren't already
To seeing you again soon
And I won't know what to do
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Where can I hide?
And I hate to say it
A better half
And fuck you
That hangs over the pool table
I see you and I'm so perplexed
The only thing I can think of saying