Sick of Me — текст песни (Ani Difranco)

How sick of me

Must you be

By now

While youre standing just outside

Of what your pride will allow

Always reaching into yourself

To find a new way to understand me

When Im sure that theres no one else

In the world

Who could withstand me



The first person in your life

To ever really matter

Is saying the last thing

That you want to hear

And you are listening hard

Through the splintering shards

Of your life as it shatters

And youre standing firm

And youre staying close

And youre seeing clear



I took to the stage

With my outrage

In the bad old days

When you were the make-me-mad guy

But the songs

They come out more slowly

Now that I am the bad guy

And I say, Im sorry Im so crazy

I am astounded by your patience

And you say, believe it or not, baby

The joy you bring me

Still outweighs it



The first person in your life

To ever really matter

Is saying the last thing

That you want to hear

And you are listening hard

Through the splintering shards

Of your life as it shatters



And youre standing firm

And youre staying close

And youre seeing clear



How sick of me

Must you be

By now?





Acoustic bass ‹ jason

Pianet, organ, singing ‹ julie

Pedal steel ‹ lloyd maines

Singing ‹ mark hallman

Tenor guitar, singing ‹ ani