Marrow

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 You were stockpiling canned goods 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 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? I'm a good kisser And you're a fast learner And that kinda thing could float us For a pretty long time Then one day you'd realize 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 where did you put all those letters That you wrote to yourself But could not address? There's a smorgasbord of unspoken poisons A whole childhood of potions That are all bottled up And so one by one i am dusting off labels I am uncorking bottles and filling up cups So go ahead and have a taste of your own medicine And i'll have a taste of mine But first let's toast to the lists That we hold in our fists Of the things that we promise to do Differently next time Cuz 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 i'm not listening to you anymore My head is too sore and my heart's perforated And i'm 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 what do i do with all these letters That i wrote to myself But cannot address?