Hey, don’t worry too much about Needs Refrain, it’s not about real things.
Original and free. Lyrics included. Creative Commons.
I knew you for a short while
You thought you could be a muse
I knew you weren’t a writer
And I knew I wasn’t too
You’ve got a lot of nerve little girl
To count yourself among the poor
You can sleep without your bed sheets
I’ll be sleeping on a wooden floor
Soon I’ll be checking out
Soon I’ll be checking out
Count your little plastic beads
Like syllables in a bad haiku
The road that’s lining up for you
Is the road of indentured servitude
I can’t say you didn’t please me
With your cigarette afternoons
But don’t say I didn’t warn you
If your wave breaks a little too soon
Soon we’ll be checking out
Soon we’ll be checking out
I passed you in a compact car
And I didn’t even honk
It wasn’t my car
But I kept my bodies in the truck
There’s nothing I desire from you
That I can’t get from somewhere else
You were my object of fancy
But I put you on the shelf
It makes me nervous
When you read my books
There filled with dirty little secrets
And you give me dirty little looks
I understand completely
If you want to go back to school
The world doesn’t suffer jokers
And baby, you’re a fool
Soon you’ll be checking out
Soon you’ll be checking out
Hope that you get your change back
