"Flying"

(written by Kristin Hersh)

Wig out on me

One more time, I swear

We'll take this outside

We have found some pretty places

You think you'd just take the rest in stride

Wrong!

But if I'd known fucking with a payphone

Would get me this

I would have tried sooner

Why can't I sleep in here?

Bury me, bury me inside him

Familiar faces never lie

They think they know what's coming

Wrong!

But if I'd thought keeping us apart did any good

I would have died sooner

I make you so sad, what can I do...?

I worry so bad, what can I do...?

I make you so mad, what can I do...?

I want you so bad, what can I do...?

Wig out on me, I don't mind

I swear, by now I almost like it

This place is fascinating when you're here

But when you're not

It's not

But if I'd known leaving every home

Would get me here

I would have gone sooner

I make you so sad, what can I do...?

I worry so bad, what can I do...?

I make you so mad, what can I do...?

I want you so bad, what can I do...?