Jeffrey Lewis - So what if i couldn't take it lyrics

So what if I just couldn't take it anymore I'll just take a walk to the store Looking for a bit of bottled rat poison to score And I'll pour down my gullet to nullify the sullenness If it's my destiny to k** me spill it in me To begin to fulfill it give it a couple of minutes until it hits But still it doesn't seem to be taking effect I'm still walking erect, what the heck? what the hell? Well at least I paid the guy with a cheque So if the Bodega janked me on the poison I drank All I gotta do is place a cancel call to my bank But they put me on hold when I told them the story First I cursed in the phone but the music ignored me And it played, and it played, for such a long time And then a voice said "we'll be with you soon, just stay on the line" But just at that second my neck broke out in a sweat I said "I bet this is it - the poison's starting to hit" I felt sick and in pain, I dropped the phone to the ground And an operator came and said "can I help you now?" But all that she could hear was just the sound of my d**h as I gasped into the set "Just let the guy cash the cheque" with my last rattling breath And the burning bottle of crap that I sickly held in my lap I quickly turned on the cap out of concern for the rats So what if I just couldn't take it anymore? So what if I just couldn't take it anymore? I'll just take the decision to walk on the bridge and try to fly like a pigeon And I tramp up the ramp and all the bicycles pa** And I just can't help but laugh when I think back on my past And all of the retarded mistakes that I made The broken-hearted dismay that started from the first grade all the way up to today And the walkway is steep, and the cars are all beeping And the people are sailing to wherever they're sailing And I'm climbing the railings I plan to stand and decide, but I just slip and I dive And all the drunks on the side start to hold up their signs - Mostly 7s and 9s, but now and then is a 10 And if I fell to earth I'd be dead that's for sure But like I said before it's only water And it's worthless 'cos it isn't on purpose, but I bob to the surface But a large garbage barge comes And it drops 20 tonnes of toxic waste on my face And as I sink from the sun to whatever's to come My last sight is the Bums who all change their signs into 3s, 2s, and 1s And then after this discourse, there's a 3.6 - of course it must be from Pitchfork So what if I just couldn't take it anymore? So what if I just couldn't take it anymore? Staring down at the floor, staring up at the ceiling 'cos I never get used to always feeling so unglued Need new emails to read through while I eat old Chinese food I don't want a life that's like this, just take a knife to my wrist quick All I've got is this chopstick but I could still make the plot thick Just for the sake of context if I break it with my fist For fun against my chest run into the wall next And I'll frown at the gash, then lie down in the bath with some Sylvia Plath How many pages will pa** until I'm facing my last? I didn't major in Math so I won't wager no cash But truth is stranger than fashion And the danger is that all of the blood will ama** And the tub will fill-up so fast 'til I'm encased like a crab in a bathtub-shaped scab They'll have to take in a cab and scrape off in a lab So what if I just couldn't take it anymore? So what if I just couldn't take it anymore? I'll just call up the Mob and say "I've got you a job, I guess you know what to do Knock off this guy with the blues - an offer you can't refuse" And I'll fax them a contract through a third-party contact that says 'Don't hold him for ransom, I'll pay half in advance Just mail me one of his hands which I'll accept as your answer' So say it so happens: I happen to be out lying on a park bench and crying just like my normal way But in most former cases no-one comes out of no place Wraps masking tape on my face But that's what happens today But before I get knocked off, my hand it gets chopped off And dropped in a mailbox And I'm locked in a trunk But I'm flung out on the tar when the car hits a bump at exit one twenty-five Out on the FDR drive I get a minute of rest, and isn't this interesting Here comes the UPS man, the package ain't hard to guess But I gotta sign with my left-hand So what if I just couldn't take it anymore?