Texty: Kristin Hersh. Strange Angels. Some Catch Flies.

When he stares, it's like he's splitting hairs
I'm a wreck when he's here, I swear
Fill a glass up with shiny tacks
I'm feeling sharp

I am numb, I am numb, I am numb, I

And when he drools it's like he's spitting jewel
I'm alone when he's here, I am
What a dumb-ass thing to say
Plus I'm not ashamed
Nobody's here

I am clean, I am clean, I am clean, I

He's my God, tangle till we're old
He's my distraction, and how
Simple gold and no one has to know
It's hectic as hell

I play dumb, I play dumb, I play dumb, I

A sideways look, a lighter in the dark
You make it good, you do
Some catch flies, some kill them till they die
I just stare

I do love, I do love, I do love you
I do love, I do love, I do love you