Story Behind the Song
Recorded (too early to be drunk, and not quite late enough to quell the pounding hangover) at Birdland Studios in Alston, Ma (first and only real studio recording).
Lyrics
Consider this a warning bled from friend to friend,
The closer that you get, the less sweet I'll seem.
I'll never feel secure but my famed arrogance
Will rear it's ugly head and beg I take your leave.
I'm not an easy man. I'm older than my years.
But try to understand, there's a simple, brittle logic to my fears.
Everyone seems sane enough until they speak,
Rest assured that I am even more discreet.
I'll keep my head well wound untill I'm sure you'll stay,
Then I'll let go and blow your little world away.
It's not an easy game. You stand no chance of winning.
And girl, I know it's lame, but the sick part is the shit is just begining.
If it's good I'll run away, if it's bad I'll have to quit.
You're far, far better off if you just rinse and spit.
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