Ice Box
i'm having quite a time
a helluva time
an impossible time
giving up on you
tell me what you've got
for me in your ice box
i'm sick of picking that lock
of liking the cold
it sticks to my hands 'til they shake
it's hard to keep ahold
of the drink i have made of you, bitters & olive juice
it burns straight through
the first few times
but now i don't taste you
now i can't taste you
i'd been underground
'til the day that you called
it's like you to send for
the things that i've gone through
the things that you know
are so hard to hold onto
but here you are
calling me
digging me
out of my sleep
now i ain't no caretaker
but i'll be your man-handler
you've got your own flatliner
since you wake the dead
now you've got your prayers answered
and you put a smile on me
but i don't have to tell you
just what it means
i saw you, Death
you reached out your hand
the way women do
when they want something else
from a man
your gauzy breath
enfolded and jammed me
into a jelly-like mold of myself
i'll wait for you to melt
'til i drip with joy
that i got to dance with you
long enough to know
not to take you
long enough to know
not to take you
home
long enough to know
not to take you
long enough to know
not to take you
home
now i ain't no caretaker
but i was your man-handler
you had your own flatliner
since you woke the dead
now you've got your prayers answered
and you put a smile on me
but i don't have to tell you
just what it means
a helluva time
an impossible time
giving up on you
tell me what you've got
for me in your ice box
i'm sick of picking that lock
of liking the cold
it sticks to my hands 'til they shake
it's hard to keep ahold
of the drink i have made of you, bitters & olive juice
it burns straight through
the first few times
but now i don't taste you
now i can't taste you
i'd been underground
'til the day that you called
it's like you to send for
the things that i've gone through
the things that you know
are so hard to hold onto
but here you are
calling me
digging me
out of my sleep
now i ain't no caretaker
but i'll be your man-handler
you've got your own flatliner
since you wake the dead
now you've got your prayers answered
and you put a smile on me
but i don't have to tell you
just what it means
i saw you, Death
you reached out your hand
the way women do
when they want something else
from a man
your gauzy breath
enfolded and jammed me
into a jelly-like mold of myself
i'll wait for you to melt
'til i drip with joy
that i got to dance with you
long enough to know
not to take you
long enough to know
not to take you
home
long enough to know
not to take you
long enough to know
not to take you
home
now i ain't no caretaker
but i was your man-handler
you had your own flatliner
since you woke the dead
now you've got your prayers answered
and you put a smile on me
but i don't have to tell you
just what it means
Credits
Writer(s): Mary Anna Tabol
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