Poison Oak
Poison oak, some boyhood braveryWhen a telephone was a tin can on a stringAnd I fell asleep with you still talking to meYou said you weren't afraid to die
In polaroids you were dressed in women's clothesWere you made ashamed, why'd you lock them in a drawer?I don't think that I ever loved you more
Then when you turned awayWhen you slammed the doorWhen you stole the carAnd drove towards MexicoAnd you wrote bad checksJust to fill your armI was young enough, I still believed in war
Well, let the poets cry themselves to sleepAnd all their tearful words will turn back into steam
But me I'm a single cellOn a serpent's tongueThere's a muddy field where a garden wasAnd I'm glad you got awayBut I'm still stuck out hereMy clothes are soaking wetFrom your brother's tears
And I never thought this life was possibleYou're the yellow bird that I've been waiting for
The end of paralysisI was a statuetteNow I'm drunk as hell on a piano benchAnd when I press the keysIt all gets reversedThe sound of loneliness makes me happier