Down on Me - Juliana Hatfield

You won’t meet me in the middle

Push me off the dividing line

You won’t give a little

What good graces?

No explanation for your change of heart

You left the inside out

You get a little or a lot

You’re either cold or you’re hot

A ceiling of clouds

The tall buildings are walls

I’m walking around and I can’t get out

The general fatigue of a private person trying to talk to you

You saw the movie, you don’t need to read the book

A masterpiece or a piece of shit

You’re either stealing or you’re taken

You’re so down on me

I think it is a fad so I don’t feel so bad anymore

You’re so down on me

I think it is a fad so I don’t feel so bad anymore

You buy the pound just to burn it down

And watch the sleeping dogs die

Walk away unscathed

I’m going to take you off my thank-you list

«Will you ever get your shit together?»

Hookers and virgins, sluts and nuns

What if I am neither one?

You’re so down on me

I think it is a fad so I don’t feel so bad anymore

You’re so down on me

I think it is a fad so I don’t feel so bad anymore

You’re so down on me

I think it is a fad so I don’t feel so bad anymore

You’re so down on me

I think it is a fad so I don’t feel so bad anymore