Undertow - Michelle Malone

There are cobwebs on the ceiling fan

And the lonely 40 watt flickers when the train goes by

Take out boxes near the garbage can

And the leaning tower of dishes is getting 3 feet high

I can’t stand waiting to hear your boots at my door

I can’t stand wondering if you’re out with that whore

I can’t stand, I drank an ocean of liquor in your undertow

The faucet keeps dripping like a cannonball

And I threw my guitar in the fire when I ran out of Duraflames

The phone kept ringing right off the wall

But it never was you, so I ripped it out the socket

And then I cursed your name

The sun’s been gone for 7 days

And you been gone for 9

The Tennessee river’s just a block away

I could jump in at anytime

I can’t stand waiting to hear your boots at my door

I can’t stand wondering if you’re out with that whore

I can’t stand, I drank an ocean of liquor in your undertow

I shuffle around like a mental patient

In my robe and my bedroom shoes

Flipping channels from my sleeping bag

And dining on a box of Fruit Loops

I can’t stand waiting to hear your boots at my door

I can’t stand wondering if you’re out with that whore

I can’t stand wishing that I had never been born

No, I can’t stand, I drank an ocean of liquor in your undertow