under my shoes

 

well I can’t complain

cause I missed my train

and all the pain and all the rain

fall mainly on my brain

 

what a lousy start

I wasn’t very smart

now every time we get it on, well then we fall apart

I miss the dead

and I miss the living too

I miss the point of living without you

around my head and underneath my shoes

yes I miss the dead

but I miss the living too

 

yes I know she’s gone

nothing I can do

now that I can say goodbye whenever I want to

 

I was in our house

but I was not home

and everywhere I looked

I found an extra chromosome

 

well I miss the dead

and I miss the living too

I miss the point of living without you

around my bed and underneath my shoes

yes I miss the dead

but I miss the living too

 

 

© 2004 by Brook Meggs