Advertisements

“You Tell Me Where” by The New Pornographers

Think I could change to become what you want me, you think we could finally be done.

Take a breather. They came for Caesar
But I don’t think he’s here.

Desiderata. Is that your name now?
Glad you came out. 

You’ve proved your poison is more than noise and
The joy’s addictive, although restrictive.
 

Fair baby beware or not are we square?

Old friends from the last call searching a glass for
Some famous last words lent from the master. 

 With all your shit-talking, and all your bluestocking.
And hit the spell check, you want some hell check?
Direct your own pace; you need your own place. 

So you tell me where to be, I’ll be there

A little seasick but feel you’ve fallen
And now it’s crawling; me I’m hauling

Old friends from the last call searching a glass for
Some famous last words lent from the master.

 You see my range, you could change me if you wanted to. Just rearrange a few pieces and run. If there’s no way but the high road to save me, if that’s not easy, so leave me alone.

Think I could change to become what you want me, you think we could finally be done.

So you tell me where to be, I’ll be there. You tell me where to be, I’ll be there. You tell me where to be, I’ll be there.

Advertisements

CPE

I'm routinely overestimated.

Advertisements
Advertisements
%d bloggers like this: