by Ben Folds
Six AM, day after Christmas
I throw some clothes on in the dark
The smell of cold, car seat is freezing
The world is sleeping, I am numb
Up the stairs to her apartment
She is balled up on the couch
Her mom and dad went down to Charlotte
They're not home to find us out
And we drive
Now that I have found someone
I'm feeling more alone
Than I ever have before
She's a brick, and I'm drowning slowly
Off the coast, and I'm headed nowhere
She's a brick, and I'm drowning slowly
They call her name at 7:30
I pace around the parking lot
And I walk down to buy her flowers
And sell some gifts that I got
Can't you see
It's not me you're dying for?
Now she's feeling more alone
Then she ever has before
As weeks went by
It showed that she was not fine
They told me, 'Son it's time to tell the truth'
And she broke down
And I broke down
'Cause I was tired of lying
Driving back to her apartment
For the moment we're alone
Yeah she's alone, and I'm alone
Now I know it
She's a brick, and I'm drowning slowly
Off the coast, and I'm headed nowhere
She's a brick, and I'm drowning slowly
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Brick
Labels: death, loss, melancholia
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