Happy Thanksgiving!

some stuff
by shira

It Wasn't Supposed to be Like This

I couldn't escape if I wanted to
And I like it this way
Like a lake behind a new house
I'm always where you're not looking
Because you've got a wife and some children

If I flooded
All over your lawnmower
And the car
And your best suit
You'd be able to mop me up with a broom
Since you'd just push me underground
Insteaad of cleaning me up

But the joke's on you, man
Because I'm going upstream
With your motorboat you never use
And the friends I've made will let me carry them


County Lines

When my dad scratches his neck and curses the map
Us kids know we're home, we're home
Cause we knew he meant to run far away from it
But north and east turned south and west
And the circle we made on the road took us back where we started

So the moral of being out of breath
Is to run before anyone even thinks about catching you


A Job's a Job

When a rose in a vase at the florist
Is picked over for its big-breasted neighbor
The guy who didn't pick her
Gets to witness her wilt

And I wanted to work in a flower shop
Have someone sweet smelling and pretty for my boss
But I ended up here
At a bookstore
Where men drool over covers
And women rip what's printed inside with their maincured fingernails
Savagely asking 'what's next? what's next?'


If I Were a Boy and My World Had a Name

Max is my dog
He runs down the block at my side
And I race him until
Mom says we have to go home

Max is my brother
He can't keep a job
His boss gets on his ass
For tracking his personal shit into the office

Max is my girlfriend
She's pretty enough
To get away with crying out
Just because I am a ladder she climbs up on
Hiding from bears
But cannot take shelter under, for I am bad luck

Max is the most
Everyone says they give
And never what they
Say they get

But I know all kinds of 'em
And if I couldn't have all of them
I wouldn't know which one to pick