Taste Test - Sleater-Kinney

Bad thoughts, bad car, bad drive

A mess a lot a lie

I can’t be alone tonight

I’m tired, I’m hurt, I’m fine

(where are you now

where did you go)

You’ve always got me guessing why

Nothing the same after tonight

Nothing is gonna make it right

Keep the house quiet dark tonight

(That's how I happen to find you

and how am I gonna tell you

Don’t start I’m not gonna fight you

Could be I’m not gonna find you)

One sour, one sweet, one lime

Taste both taste yours taste mine

Too late too long no light

I can’t see a thing tonight

(where are you now

where did you go)

You’ve always got me guessing why

Nothing the same after tonight

Nothing is gonna make it right

Tell me what’s going on inside

(That's how I happen to find you

and how am I gonna tell you

Don’t start I’m not gonna fight you

Could be I’m not gonna find you)