"Some Catch Flies"
(written by Kristin Hersh)
When he stares, it's like he's splitting hairs
I'm a wreck when he's here, I swear
Fill a glass up with shiny tacks
I'm feeling sharp
I am numb
I am numb
I am numb
And when he drools, it's like he's spitting jewels
I'm alone when he's here, I am
What a dumb-ass thing to say
Plus I'm not ashamed
Nobody's here
I am clean
I
am clean
I am clean
He's my gold
Tangle 'til we're old
He's my distraction, and how
Simple gold, and no one has to know
It's hectic as hell
I play dumb
I play dumb
I play dumb
A
sideways look, a lighter in the dark
You make it good, you do
Some catch flies
Some
kill them 'til they die
I
just stare
I do love
I do love
I do love you
I do love
I do love
I do love you
