Some Catch Flies — Kristin Hersh

When he stares, its like hes splitting hairs

Im a wreck when hes here, I swear

Fill a glass up with shiny tacks

Im feeling sharp

I am numb, I am numb, I am numb, i

And when he drools its like hes spitting jewel

Im alone when hes here, I am

What a dumb-ass thing to say

Plus Im not ashamed

Nobodys here

I am clean, I am clean, I am clean, i

Hes my god, tangle till were old

Hes my distraction, and how

Simple gold and no one has to know

Its hectic as hell

I play dumb, I play dumb, I play dumb, i

A sideways look, a lighter in the dark

You make it good, you do

Some catch flies, some kill them till they die

I just stare

I do love, I do love, I do love you

I do love, I do love, I do love you.