Cats As a Measurement of Time (demo)

Who slipped this drug in my drink?!
Who are you?
And what do you, you want?
With a face like that I bet you can trust yourself.
With a face like that you can trust,
These cats to behave themselves.
Oh no! Oh no!

You only say my name whenever you re on top.
It doesn t make us even so obviously we re not.
Over this together and nobody's getting caught.
Timmy s at the bar now fixing himself a scotch.
A child that sleeps swats the blood from his face.
Come now, my sweetie, you know there s nothing to say.
He s been eating his tongue for the last couple days;
Now he won t help you lick the spit off your plate.
A child that dreams saws the sweat off his face.
A child that dreams chews the shine off a blade.
A child that dreams rides a swan in the lake.
A child that dreams cuts her face into lace.
Oh yeah? Oh yeah? Oh.

And if you ever want to look for him,
If you ever want to start again:
He s just a phone call away.
He s just a train stop away.
He s just a note on your grave.
He s a scar in your brain.
He s a match in the rain.
He s a corpse with no name.
He s got crude grammar and nothing to say.
Milk dripping from her spine all night, that s right.

That cat holds on to baby s bones.
This cat talks on the telephone.
That cat sits in the bar alone.
This cat sings in a microphone,
"Oh, oh, I don t need a drink or your sympathy
Just show me which way to a pharmacy!"
Then he got off stage,
And he ran outside.
He s been dying to meet you alright!

I m gonna remember her dress that cold winter,
Her hand in the blender, returned the sender.
Where was she going, her mouth wasn t moving?
It was just like a movie, but what was I doing?
Was it Egypt or coffee that got me to thinking
I want other women; I need something different?
The sky is your limit so don t be so rigid.
Rehearse all those questions;
Remember, forget it.
You know she won t think twice tonight.
Oh my sweetiepie, I like your lips, I love your eyes.
Don t look back and don t think twice; Continue writing lullabies
It doesn t hurt within this hearse to moan out loud and fuck these words!
Go! Try to leave.
I want you throw up my name.
It burns once you ve learned,
It only hurts worse when you squirm.

I know too many people in Monte Carlo.
I know too many people everywhere.
And then he took me here.



Credits
Writer(s): Brian Ferrara, John Ferrara, Gerald Jones, Andrew Farrell
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