Ani DiFranco - Untouchable Face - Living in Clip

Think I’m going for a walk now
I feel a little unsteady
I don’t want nobody to follow me
‘Cept maybe you
I could make you happy you know
If you weren’t already
I could do a lot of things
And I do

Tell you the truth I prefer
The worst of you
Too bad you had to have a better half
She’s not really my type
But I think you two are forever
And I hate to say it but
You’re perfect together

So fuck you
And your untouchable face
And fuck you
For existing in the first place
And who am I
That I should be vying for your touch
And who am I
Bet you can’t even tell me that much

Two-thirty in the morning
And my gas tank will be empty soon
Neon sign on the horizon
Rubbing elbows with the moon
A safe haven of sleepless
Where the deep fryer’s always on
Radio is counting down
The top 20 country songs
And out on the porch the fly strip is
Waving like a flag in the wind
Y’know, I don’t look forward
To seeing you again soon
You’ll look like a photograph of yourself
Taken from far far away
And I won’t know what to do
And I won’t know what to say

Except fuck you…

I see you and I’m so perplexed
What was I thinking
What will I think of next
Where can I hide
In the back room there’s a lamp
That hangs over the pool table
And when the fan is on it swings
Gently side to side
There’s a changing constellation of balls as we are playing
I see orion and say nothing
The only thing I can think of saying is fuck you…

ON FUCKING LOOP. I FUCKING HATE YOU. YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE. FUCK YOU.

Tell you the truth I prefer
The worst of you
Too bad you had to have a better half
She’s not really my type
But I think you two are forever
And I hate to say it but
You’re perfect together

So fuck you
And your untouchable face
And fuck you
For existing in the first place
And who am I
That I should be vying for your touch
And who am I
Bet you can’t even tell me that much

I see you and I’m so perplexed
What was I thinking
What will I think of next
Where can I hide

All of them. Wake up alone, and Untouchable Face, and all the others. You fucking rip me up inside. Oh I know, I do it to myself, but you should leave me alone. Leave me alone, leave me alone, leave me alone, leave me aloooooooooooone. Don’t worry, I won’t ever forget you. I won’t ever get over you, but at least leave me be, let me be happy…

It’s been 16 months. We spent 9 days together. Nine days! Just fuck off, fuck right off and let me live alone and ashamed.

~ by orange on October 5, 2007.