Kristin Hersh Opiates
warm on your cold heart cool on your hot head a worn blanket statement of innocence a way out a way to keep lying honest if restless and frantic
and you a breaking man i've studied your shaking hands and this a pretty jail bliss a beautiful jail
hot coffee's melting this plastic cup and cold, i can't dial this tiny phone to find you and, no, you don't seem pathetic just restless, frenetic
and you a little kid in a chokehold of bliss and this a pretty jail bliss a beautiful jail