Undertow

Michelle Malone

One, two, three, four
There are cobwebs on the ceiling fan

And the lonely forty watt flickers when the train goes by
Take out boxes near the garbage can
And the leaning tower of dishes is getting three feet high

Oh I can't stand waiting to hear your boots at my door
I can't stand wondering if you're out with that whore
I can't stand I drank an ocean of liquor in your undertow

Uh ha ha ha ha
The faucet keeps dripping like a cannonball
And I threw my guitar in the fire when I ran out of duraflames
The phone kept ringing right off the wall
But it never was you, so I ripped it out the socket
And then I cursed your name

The sun's been gone for seven days and you been gone for nine
Tennessee river's just a block away and I could jump in at anytime

I can't stand waiting to hear your boots at my door
I can't stand wondering if you're out with that whore
I can't stand I drank an ocean of liquor in your undertow

I shuffle around like a mental patient
In my robe and my bedroom shoes
Flipping channels from my sleeping bag
And dining on a box of Fruit Loops

I can't stand waiting to hear your boots at my door
I can't stand wondering if you're out with that whore
I can't stand wishing that I had never been born
I can't stand I drank an ocean of liquor in your undertow oh

I can't stand
I can't stand