Lisa Loeb Follow

Got a house on my back
pushing me over
making me weak on my feet

And a head on my shoulders
makes me uneasy
making me dizzy for weeks

You got me on a weak day
you got me at a bad time to talk.
A screw loose and rolling
into a pile in the corner
I thought I should warn you

I got a shark at my ankles
hung by a tightrope
I’m scrappy/unhappy again

And that I’ll never last like this
it makes me too tired
I’m loaded on vodka, two straws and soda

You got me on a weak day
you got me on a bad time to talk
but you got me on a weak day
you got me at the worst time of all

I’m on over
filled up and far gone
I tried to warn you,
but that’s not my job
‘cause somebody took me down
from on the top shelf
it couldn’t get worse I say to myself
and I’ve got my head screwed on so tight it hurts
sometimes it don’t work
so I got the prescription
to take the time off
make it unravel
go out and travel for days
bring back my stories
stopping your worries
I’m trying to keep them at bay

You got me on a weak day
it’s such a bad time to talk
you caught me on a weak day
you got me at the worst time of all

Get me when I’m soft
and my shoes falling off, and
I’ll make my way back again

But you got me on a weak day
you got me at the worst time of all
I’m not feelin’ well
I’m cracked like a bell
I’m shot like a shell to pieces.