Marrow - Ani Difranco
the answer came like a shot in the back
while you were running from your lesson,
which might explain why years later
all you could remember was the terror of the question.
plus, you weren't listening hard,
you were stockpiling canned goods
and making a bomb shelter of our basement.
and i can't believe you let the moral go by
while you were soaking in the product placement.
and where was your conscience?
where was your consciousness?
and where did you put all those letters
that you wrote to yourself but could not address?
yeah, i'm a good kisser, and you're a fast learner,
and that kind of thing could float us for a pretty long time.
and then one day, you'd realized
you've memorized my phone number, and you'll call it
and find it's a disconnected line.
cuz i got tossed out the window of love's el camino
and i shattered into a shower of sparks on the curb.
you were smoking me weren't you
between your yellow fingers, you just inhaled
and exhaled without saying a word.
where was your conscience?
where was your consciousness?
and what did you do with all those letters
you wrote to yourself but could not address?
there's a smorgasbord of unspoken poisons,
the whole childhood of potions that are all bottled up,
and so one by one i am dusting off labels,
i am uncorking bottles and i am filling up cups.
go ahead and have a taste of your own medicine.
here i'll have a taste of mine,
but first lets toast to the lists
that we hold in our fists of the things
that we promised to do differently next time.
cuz the answer came like a shot in the back
while you ran from your lesson
which might explain why years
later all you could remember the terror of the question.
cause i'm not listening to you anymore.
my head is too sore and my heart's perforated
and i am mired in the marrow
of my "well ain't that funny?" bone,
learning how to be alone and devastated.
where was my conscience?
where was my consciousness?
and where do i put all these letters
that i wrote to myself but could not address?
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