Rising Sign - Outtake

Your back curves like a creeping vine
With the answers in the fluid in the stem of the spine
In the black-coffee bowl of your eye
Why do you overestimate the size of the lie?
I've seen
The dangers of your rising sign
But I swear
I'd like, to drink the fuel straight from your lighter
It's all inside the wrist
It's all inside the way you time it
I resent the way you make me like myself
My nerves jump like a boiling pan
Like a skillet full of oil spits rattling on the burner
When I stumble onto the thought
Of the match you lit and dropped
And set the dial to slow yearn
I've seen
The dangers of your rising sign
But I swear
I'd like, to drink the fuel straight from your lighter
It's all inside the wrist
It's all inside the way you time it
I resent the way you make me like myself
Can I spell it out?
Can I spell it out?



Credits
Writer(s): Mike Doughty
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