Johnny Manchild & The Poor Bastards
Get Me Down
Spaghetti straps, backpack, and skirt touching there just above her knees
The shells they snap, and crack, and fold beneath the pressure of her feet
Oh I identify, I know, I sigh just loud enough to hear
Hoping that maybe something reaches her, to crawl into her ears
A sign, a signal, fire, rain, or snow, just something let me know
If i should stay or I should go, my heart is beating in my throat
She knows my prose too well, questions me now to the very end
It never changes, going through it all again
You know I don't know how
To stay, to stick around
I swim, I sink, I drown
Your love, it gets me down
The stars break out into a thousand little pieces floating on
Into the great beyond, and rise again to greet us with the dawn
The birds they sing, i dream of spring and all the better things in life
A paradise behind my eyes, your voice cuts through it like a knife
The frequencies they disagree, they clutter space between my ears
I can't enjoy a single moment when you speak, when you are near
It used to sing like angels, it fucking made my day
But same is anything i know, that's gone away
You know I don't know how
To stay, to stick around
I swim, I sink, I drown
Your love, it gets me down