Off Bakesale, (Sub Pop, 1994).
What was that you just said?
That didn’t make any sense to me
It’s not the way I see it, man
I’m almost tired of listening to you
Why do you tie me up with words?
The way your eye shifts makes me wanna go
Black-jawed living room couch professor
When will you be through with me? I’d like to know
Everywhere I go I feel it
But I won’t talk; I won’t get stuck with you
Everyone’s so lonely I dig it
But I’m afraid I can’t share this with you
So don’t make me your captive
I don’t feel like talking your shit
I nod my broken head
I’m not too amused with humans