Scratched Out

Lyrics
Wake up and waste a day (Chase away) A day at a time (And waste away) Clean-faced today (Clean taste of yay) Toothpaste makes my orange juice sour Waste an hour (Or so) Rush hour (Is slow) The flowers (That grow) Outside of my window Are blooming, I'm assuming That you're coming over soon It's almost half-past four And you called here at noon 'Cause there's a picture that you wanna see Now I'm not even good at being me anymore She got nicotine-basted lungs (Wasted thumbs) And one of them asphalt-tasting tongues She wakes up (To alarm) Her make-up (Is still on) And she can't remember why she set the damn thing Her heart is a machine, art is meant to be seen Not felt (Not heard) It's just paint (They're just words) And fingers are for feeling, fists are for beating Scabs are for healing and blood is for bleeding That's just how I used to be But I'm not even good at being me anymore I wake up and waste an hour, pace and glower At the TV set wasting power Aching in my head, I'm banking in the red And compulsively charging CD's to my account So come out, Ginny, it's getting late You Jersey girls like to make boys wait** Now it's too late in the day for a matinee And I ain't got the money to pay for you anyway (What should I say?) I know it ain't how it used to be But I'm not good at being me anymore ** (In first release of E.Von Dahl, instead of saying: "So come out, Ginny, it's getting late You Jersey girls like to make boys wait" It's "So come out, Virginia, don't make me wait You Catholic girls start much too late")
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Credits
- Writers
- Shawn Harris
- Mike Harwood