You're like d** You're like matches You're an icy patch of road And I cannot get control Your written word duly matched my wit The distance closed, I can't deal with it What's wrong with me? When did I become cheap? "I can't find love in a small town, the cold midwest, or on sinful ground My soul says, 'Fall with the rockslide,' But my head says, 'Stop, you will bow with pride.'" Go, go... I can't say no And don't slow down If the drip isn't worth the squeeze Make yourself scarce at the next strong breeze They're tainted goods You got out fast like I knew you would I've hallowed your pressing presence In the absence of your essence Go... Now brush away the face you've seen; The starry eyes, the vibrant gleam You're shrewd to walk away The days that I can't see are the days that we can breathe I trip on a thickened tongue But I really mean everything Just shine Stop on a dime Cross the straying straight line Give a good look behind You'll find me If I can't get up Then we could stay up tonight If I can't get up Then we can stay up tonight