This is the point

Where the eye and I don't meet

This is the point
That spells defeat
I have watched your un-love

Written like tabloids
I had to stumble on buying my food
There you were

Unfolded in headlines and horror
I love all those bits of you
I love all those bits of you

On the hardwood floor
Where the bird imitates our fighting
You put the golf show on

To avoid my crying
You cup your arm to care
Where the hurt went in

And well, why does it hurt?
Complications of leftover racisms
Why does it hurt?

You start the road trip off with accusations
Of why does it


Feel like I've been run over in traffic
Scratchin' in the dust of someone's leavin'
Punches in my gut

Oh look I'm bleeding
Not for you, for me this time, this time
Not for you, for me

This time

Just for the record, there is no record

It's a problem
There is no "this is what you said"
That's already gone

All we have are our love
And our guts baby
All we have are our love

And our guts baby
They're all over the road


You don't know the difference
Between anger and pissed off
One is doing and one is feeling

One is doing and one is feeling
And I'm feeling
I'm feeling


Feels like I've been run over in traffic
Scratchin' at the dust of someone's leaving

Punches in my gut
Oh look I'm bleeding
Not for you, for me this time, this time

Not for you, for me
This time


I need to be healed
I need to be healed


Just saying it does it
Just smashing it crushes it
Just loving it douses it


Just saying it does it
Just smashing it crushes it

Just loving it douses it
Just loving it douses it


Feels like I've been run over in traffic
Scratching at the dust of someone leaving
Punches in my gut

Oh look- I'm bleeding
Not for you, for me this time, this time
Not for you, for me.

Not for you, for me.