Frank Turner - Plea from a Cat Named Virtue lyrics
[Frank Turner - Plea from a Cat Named Virtue lyrics]
Why don't you ever want to play?
I'm tired of this piece of string
You sleep as much as I do now
And you don't eat much of anything
I don't know who you're talking to
I made a search through every room
But all I found was dust that moved
In shadows of the afternoon
And listen, all those bitter songs you sing?
They're not helping anything
They won't make you strong
So we should open up the house
Invite the tabby two doors down
You could ask your sister if
She doesn't bring her basset hound
Well ask for things we shouldn't miss:
For tape-hiss and the Modern Man
The Cold War and card catalogues
To come and save us if they can
Girly drinks and parlor games
We'll pass around the easy lie
Of absolutely no regrets
And later maybe we could try
To let our losses dangle off
The sharp end of a century
And talk about the weather, or
How the weather used to be
And I'll cater with all the
Birds that I can kill
Let their tiny feathers fill disappointment
Lie down, lick the sorrow from your skin
Scratch the terror and begin
To believe you're strong
All you ever want to do is drink and watch TV
And frankly that thing doesn't
Really interest me
I swear I'm going to bite you hard
And taste your tinny blood
If you don't stop the self-defeating lies
You've been repeating since the day
That you brought me home
I know you're strong i know you're strong
I know you're strong i know you're strong
I'm tired of this piece of string
You sleep as much as I do now
And you don't eat much of anything
I don't know who you're talking to
I made a search through every room
But all I found was dust that moved
In shadows of the afternoon
And listen, all those bitter songs you sing?
They're not helping anything
They won't make you strong
So we should open up the house
Invite the tabby two doors down
You could ask your sister if
She doesn't bring her basset hound
Well ask for things we shouldn't miss:
For tape-hiss and the Modern Man
The Cold War and card catalogues
To come and save us if they can
Girly drinks and parlor games
We'll pass around the easy lie
Of absolutely no regrets
And later maybe we could try
To let our losses dangle off
The sharp end of a century
And talk about the weather, or
How the weather used to be
And I'll cater with all the
Birds that I can kill
Let their tiny feathers fill disappointment
Lie down, lick the sorrow from your skin
Scratch the terror and begin
To believe you're strong
All you ever want to do is drink and watch TV
And frankly that thing doesn't
Really interest me
I swear I'm going to bite you hard
And taste your tinny blood
If you don't stop the self-defeating lies
You've been repeating since the day
That you brought me home
I know you're strong i know you're strong
I know you're strong i know you're strong