Tripped Up -

She taught me things you never could teach

Soul as white as a sunbleached piece of beach

Nose all punched up, face all scrunched up

Teeth all gunged up, beauty like I’ve never seen

Sleep becomes you, makes you, numbs you

Me sitting staring like I never heard a four letter word

Snap right out of it, long enough to doubt it

Now I’m talking numbers down a cable to another world

It’s hard to keep in touch when it screws me up so much

So I think we ought to do it alone

Tripped up again, can’t remember when I fall

Suffer temporary loss of memo-rary

That’s when I’ve got one at all

One thing on my mind to push me back in time

A musty glass of wine, the end of summertime

Turning the last bend, learning the fast way

It burns your itchy fingers if the flame’s allowed to linger

It’s hard to keep in touch when it screws me up so much

So I think we ought to do it alone

But every now and then, it’s good to have a friend

Who knows I’m a lost little soul

It’s hard to keep in touch when it screws me up so much

So I think we ought to do it alone

But every now and then, it’s good to have a friend

Who knows I’m a lost little soul