YOU CUT ME
By Chris Whitley
- 1911 reads
O telescope me
I will not be kept within
the dimensions of mere mathematics
I've got Chinese thinking
I've got a puzzled mind
I have sneaky suspicions
I have doubt all the time
The ships are on fire
we are in the crucial hours
You just walk the floor
cause your medicine doesn't work any more
Though your words surround my ear
my mind won't let them near
Your lies are empty
and your emptiness lies
And you were never so real as your own disguise
You cut me darling
You cut me good
Your friends beat on your drum
And their trumpets blare and you just hum
But you don't write the tune to your song
And your speeches are pointless and too long
There you go pulling all the strings
your theatre your drama your latest things
You and your winning ways
your pantomime and cabarets
You pull all my levers
and push the buttons and dials
you go all the way
I know your smile it says so much
I know that look and your special touch
And you look with a scary eye
that leaps and creeps on me
You had the keys to my jail
but you sat back and let me fail
You cut me darling
You cut me good
So cut to my world
in black and white
see me through your haze
rocking on some edge
a blade of love and hate
See me shooting from the gun
aiming at the light
aiming only at the sun
The sky sails around me
whispers in bathed blue tones
of its phenomenal persistence
While desolation crashes out
exhausted by existence
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