Woman’s Song

Lyrics

Sitting in bed with you, no pills Just like we've done a thousand times before But I'm not as inspired as I was ten years ago Oh, no They say Sing right through the hard parts, you'll get to something good But if you're not by my side, babe, I just wanna be adored When the truth is I just want to be a dork again With you by my side again Like you were on the first day And you still look so beautiful So still, so frail So white, so pale Just like your mom, not like Shifra's son I miss her oh so much but I'm afraid to call Okay, it's gonna be okay Because Daddy's here still breathing Seeping out the venom Seeping out the alcohol And drugs and blood and cum and death and all the things they have left To show for what they killed the people for I can't stand living through this Stand I'm no Stephen King I am the poor man's Christopher Carrabba But you're by my side right now You're by my side for now And that's all I need Sitting in bed with you, no pills Just like I've done since you were born And I hope someday you'll come back home Because I miss my mom After all she's done, I still miss my mom But I can't talk to her until I'm allowed to And she comes back to help me The jar The jarring noise shakes the baby in its formaldehyde But I can't hide anymore With you in the bed and the sun in my eyes And the light in the day For you I can try For you I can try For you I can try For you I can try They can't fucking take you from me I will find you and I will be by yours side In bed with you No pills No fucking pills [Spoken Word, Max Bemis and Sherri Dupree Bemis:] Max: So, what do you think? Sherri: Umm... it's a lot Max: It's good, right? It's heartfelt Sherri: It's heavy Max: I meant every word Sherri: I could tell. It's sad, and I wanna die Max: mmm... Sherri: mmhmm Max: mmm... No, it's emotional. It's what I do. That's why the song is emotional. Because our fans like emotional music. You have a problem with emotion? Sherri: No... it's... Max: It's going to have a whole ending Sherri: It's okay Max: You're freaking out... Sherri: I'm not Max: ...but it has this whole up tempo ending part. Let me play it... Sherri: No Max: ...hold on. Listen. Listen Sherri: Not again. Please Max: Fake drums. You've gotta imagine. So, like, it comes in. It's like, the little Travis Barker thing. Here we go. Okay. It's gonna be like. Get's happy! Max, singing:And you're by my side again Sherri: Cool, yeah, I uhh... i get, yeah... Max, singing: And you're, and you're... Sherri: Good Max, singing: ...by my side again Sherri: mmhmm. mmhmm Max: Like that, but, like, in tune Sherri: Okay Max: And in tune. Can you imagine? Sherri: Uh, yeah, I can....I think I can Max, singing: side again Max: you know, and the guitar part came in. The Jimmy Eat World guitar comes in De Doo De Doo De Doo De Doo De Doo De Doo De Doo De Doo. You know, you know, do the time change if you can pull it off. Buh buhbow behduh bow. Okay, and then it's like, you get the mewithoutYou talking part that they need in the song Sherri: A lot of references Max: The Touche Amore, so to speak. You know? Doesn't matter what you say. You've gotta say it and it has to sound deep Max, singing: And the sun. And the moon Sherri: it's okay... that's... no... Max, singing: They'll always shine on you Max: And then the time change. Deddle do do deddle do do. GO Max, singing: Somehow you still need me. Somehow you still love me, and I will keep breathing. I will. I will Max: Sorry, my voice... and, uh... what are they... i don't know. Be like Sherri: It's good. It's good. Keep going. Just a little more. I think I'm getting it finally Max, singing: The blissful things that New Year's brings, and they pale compare to leave them there. Nostalgic void, my drug of choice. Losing my grenades through angel's voice Max: I want you to approve of me Sherri: Oh, no, I approve completely. It's, no, I love it. Really. I promise. You're great. You're awesome Max: I need more enthusiasm. Stop curbing it Sherri: Jesus Christ. Fuck Max: So, what do you think? Sherri: It's good, umm, but isn't it like 8 minutes long at this point? Max: That's the funny part. Is that you think that that's, you know, counter intuitive to have a really long song. So what we do is, we curve... we fucking flip it on them Sherri: Oh, okay Max: And then, the next song, the last song on the record, is even fucking longer. With, like, twenty different parts Sherri: Oh, okay. Uh huh. Max, I'm gonna be honest. You're nuts and that's a bad idea Max: Well, you know. Tuh-may-toe, Tuh-mah-toe