Ani DiFranco Follow

the butter melts out of habit
you know the toast isn't even warm
and the waitress and the man in the plaid shirt
play out a scene they've played so many times before

i'm watching the sun stumble home in the morning
from a bar on the east side of town
and the coffee is just water dressed in brown

well, beautiful but boring he visited me yesterday
and he noticed my fingers and he asked me if i would play
and i really didn't care a lot
and i couldn't thnk of a reason why not
i said if you don't come any closer i don'tmind if you stay

my thighs have been involved in many accidents
and now i can't get insured
and i don't need to be lured by you
my cunt is built like a wound that won't heal
and now you don't have to ask 'cause you know how i feel
yeah, you know how i feel

art is why i get up in the morning
but my definition ends there
you know, it doesn't seem fair
that i'm living for somethinig i can't even define
and there you are right there, in the meantime

and i don't wanna play for you anymore
show me what you can do
tell me what are you here for

i want my old friends
i want my old face
i want my old mind
fuck this time and place

the butter melts out of habit
you know the toast isn't even warm