"Epiphany"

(written by Kristin Hersh)

Now I know why you are the way you are

You see the air, the tactful past

Which is more forgiving than these last moments

We are the last of your faithful, well, friends

We love the crash that accompanies epiphany

You don't have low self-esteem

You don't have any self-esteem at all

You float around, don't touch the ground

What little confidence you had

Is melting away

We are the last of your faithful, well, friends

We love the crash that accompanies epiphany

I refuse to lose control

You do look handsome under Wal-Mart lights, though