LuCy LaNe

YOU CAN'T HANDLE ME. trust that.
She's a latter day saint But she's a Saturday sinner Suicide Sunday dessert for weekends drinking her dinner The worry keeps her slender The pills keep her awake Her man can't make her happy but he helps to still the shakes I met her boyfriend at the bar he said he'd stick to beer Said I could keep the cocktails, martinis taste like tears I asked if he would leave her What with all the grief He passed the pitcher back to me and asked what I believe I said virginity is a childhood disease And these days it seems have interest for the addict thief Patience for the underdramatic, but brief There's only four ways to aquire Anyone who says different is a salesman or a liar And you can find it, earn it, burn it, make it or steal it I haven't found a single way to keep it Cause you can leash it, it'll leave You can teach it to stay and it'll leave You can case and display, decay and waste it away And day by day it leaves you by degrees He put his hand on my knee, sometimes that's what it takes He doesn't make me happy but he helps to still the shakes Put all your words away For all the noise you make You were always safe You were always You were always You were always safe With me Save and see Congratulations to the dry eyes Consolations to the nice guys And condensation's on the underside of everything I touch I seem to chill the objects that I meant so much to love A man can keep you sane five-hundred-and-fifty days A year and a half, give or take an afternoon We should have sooner left the train but we made it I guess that makes us the survivors We're blooming in my brain, I hate it But it makes the colors brighter It's like the anesthesia despite the man that leaves ya Like the sad disease you contracted while sitting boring and bored Come back with a lab report Your nervous disorder Won't leave for richer or poorer Safe with me Save and see Put all your words away For all the noise you make You were always safe You were always You were always You were always safe With me And I'm too polite To accuse you of being Where you've been tonight --- "551"- DESSA DARLING