Well there's wine on the page And my heart's enraged And I must call the cops on myself And my bony hands Probe the bed for your body But I'm left once again on the shelf Well I tried to be patient And I tried to be cool And I took acting classes But I wound up a fool Your belongings are outside the door Hanging up in a stocking
'cause I am within kicking distance of your heart Oh yeah, kicking distance of your heart Well I am within kicking distance of your heart And I must warn others Others from you Others from you Others from you
What started so simple Has turned into a pimple Unsightly and sore to the touch The peace in my mind Has been so hard to come by And you become more of a crutch You're prolific in bed And you're always so cool But I'm like brian jones Left to sleep in the pool Only to be discovered by some dirty Construction workers
'cause I am within kicking distance of your heart Oh yeah, kicking distance of your heart Well I am within kicking distance of your heart And I must warn others Others from you Others from you Others from you
Well the wine is all spilt In the house that we built And the cops never come when I call Well your prodigal son Has gone south for awhile And maybe I'll see you next fall You're annoying and comforting All in the same Well what once was so precious Has now become lame The coyotes are outside your door And they're serving your papers 'cause I am within kicking distance of your heart Oh yeah, kicking distance of your heart Well I am within kicking distance of your heart And I must warn others Others from you Others from you Others from you
Compositor: Steven Joseph Poltz (Poltz Steve) ECAD: Obra #18632022