Oxidado

Rusty and on the road
spending on account a change that won't come back
if it were easier to disguise this autumn in
the kisses
if there were letters to lie in this poker
of blind...

more drizzle, I miss you more
kneeling in my mouth
I never play this story well
of the good loser

I return to my kennel limping
these drunken desires to see you again
it's not that I don't want to bark at you
what I'm not overflowing with is faith
it's not that I don't want to take care of you
but I'm knocked out and can't get a grip
and it's not that I don't want to touch you
I'm turned around...
baby

Our tango is deflating
and we could never dance without stepping on each other's feet
to gather the cigarette butts and the glasses
to lower the blinds
the party is over
and it's too early to ask for a rematch

more drizzle, I miss you more
kneeling in my mouth
I never play this story well
of the good loser

I return to my kennel limping
these drunken desires to see you again
it's not that I don't want to bark at you
what I'm not overflowing with is faith
it's not that I don't want to take care of you
but I'm knocked out and can't get a grip
and it's not that I don't want to touch you
but I'm without affection...
baby