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I've tried writing letters |
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Tried reading paperback novels, too |
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I've made changes in my morning routine |
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Because they don't include you |
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All of the love I will call mine and no longer |
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'Seems like someone misaligned my heart |
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Sitting in taverns with a whiskey grin |
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You want me but you won't take me home. |
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I can't shake you off |
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No matter how hard I try |
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I can't just pick up my pen |
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And write about something else |
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I can't shake you off |
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But, baby, I want to |
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I've tried writing about the weather |
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But all of the patterns seemed the same |
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No one wants to hear songs about the wind |
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Or the clouds when the weekly |
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Outlook always predicts rain |
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Since you left the world went on spinning |
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There were no clouds, nor screams, nor heart attacks |
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But when you returned you still looked pretty |
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So I dropped all of the belongings I was holding in my hands |
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I can't shake you off |
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No matter how hard I try |
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I can't just pick up my pen |
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And write about something else |
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I can't shake you off |
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But, baby, I want to |
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Douse me in cold water |
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Hang me out to dry when the nightmare's over |
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'Cause I'll be ready, oh you gotta be ready to fall |
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I've tried writing about footprints |
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How funny it is they follow you wherever you go |
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We're invisible when we are running away from the scene of the crime |
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But the evidence still stays in the yard |
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I've tried meeting strangers |
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Listened to them murmur their secrets in the dark |
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But none of them gave me a thrill quite like you do |
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So really, what is the point |
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When I can't shake you off |
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No matter how hard I try |
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I can't just pick up my pen |
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And write about something else |
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I can't shake you off |
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But, baby, I want to |
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I want to, I want to |
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Douse me in cold water |
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Hang me out to dry when the nightmare's over |
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'Cause I'll be ready, oh you gotta be ready to fall |
