July 14th, 2005

Time to dump my brain out

Late nights at work every day this week.

For the most part, I want to scrape about twelve coats of polish off of Redhead, but "3's a Charm" is perfect just as it is:

I rode the local service home
and took off my tired shirt and my shoes and my socks
My answering machine light was blinking
I couldn't help but hope that it was you
It turned out to be my mom,
but it was good to hear that familiar southern drawl
That's love
Fits like a glove
That's loving

I picked up the phone
and slowly dialed the first six digits of your number
I felt the stupid sting of pride,
asking why it wasn't you calling me
It took everything I had to dial that last number
but they say three's a charm
That's love
Fits like a glove
That's loving

You picked up the phone and said,
"Oh my God, I was just about to call you"
You had a couple of tickets to go see some band
over at the Rock-o-rama
I said, "I think I've seen those guys a couple times before
and I really didn't like 'em"
You said,
"Three's a charm
Three's a charm
Three's a charm"
That's love
Fits like a glove
That's loving