Red House Painters - Medicine bottle

^EGiving in to ^Flove And sharing my ^Etime Letting someone ^Finto my misery I^E told it all step by ^Fstep

How I landed on the i^Gsland And how I’d ^Fswim across the ^Esea And it crosses my ^Fmind That I may awake to a knife in ^Gme

No more ^Fbreath in my hair or ladies’ under^Ewear Tossed up over the ^Falarm clock Blood dripping from the ^Ebed to a neatly written ^Fpoem A heartfelt last ^Eline r^Feading

“There is no more ^Gmystery" Is it going to ^Fhappen, my l^Eove? “There is no more ^Fmystery" Is it going to happen, my ^Glove?

It’s all in my ^Fhead, she said, "Morning after n^Eightmare You’re building a ^Fwall," she said, "Higher than the ^Eboth of us So try living ^Flife instead of hiding in the ^Ebedroom Show me a ^Fsmile and I’ll promise not to ^Gleave ^Fyou"

It happened under a ^Erainy cloud Passing through the ^Fdark south We went into a ^Ebig house And slept in a ^Fsmall bed

I didn’t know you ^Ethen As well as you of ^Fme We talked of our s^Ead lives And we went ^Foff separ^Gately

And we went o^Fff separa^Etely I found your overseas souv^Fenirs Holiday g^Ereeting cards And some long-^Fforgot high school f^Gears

“It's all in my ^Fhead," I said Banging a ^Epiano “I've not been so ^Falone," I thought “Since kicking in the ^Gwomb"

I drank so much ^Ftea I wrote my letters in ^EKanji, yeah Around the block I ^Fwalked and walked Pretending you were ^Ewith me

Not wanting to d^Fie out ^Ghere With^Fout ^Eyou

The hurting never ^Fends Like birthdays and ^Eold friends We forget that is ^Fflesh Blood and bone is ^Ehuman

Trading phone lines for ^Fairlines Unwilling to ^Eface That love is ^Ffound on the i^Gnside Not the ^Foutside

And like a ^Emedicine bottle In the ^Fcabinet I’ll ^Gkeep you And like a ^Fmedicine bottle In my ^Ehand I will ^Fhold ^Gyou

And ^Fswallow you ^Eslowly As to last me a ^Flifetime Without holding too ^Etight I do not want to ^Flose^E

The thrill that it ^Fgives me To look out from my ^Ewindow And scowl at the ^Fhouses From my ^Eworld in my ^Fbedroom

“It's all in his ^Ghead," she read In a ^Fgirlfriend’s self-^Ehelp book “It's all his own ^Fmaking A war with hims^Gelf

Like two sides of a ^Fwall That ^Eseparates two c^Fountries He shuts out the ^Eworld And wants only to l^Fove you”

Not wanting to ^Gdie out ^Fhere Witho^Eut you Not wanting to d^Fie out ^Ghere Wit^Fhout ^Eyou