Vic Chesnutt - Myrtle lyrics
[Vic Chesnutt - Myrtle lyrics]
A saucy chaucer, a sorry chapter mislaid
Whittled with an exacto knife
Plum right through my load-bearing wall
I'm horrified now that I could
Do such a thing
But, I thought I saw the singer
I've heard those chimes so many other times
But, if I gave in, it had to of been
I whupped it out
And destroyed my selfish cocoon
Since I gave in, it had to of been
Since I gave in, I hope it had to been
I'm not an optimist, I'm not a realist
I might be a subrealist
But I can't substantiate
It was bigger than me and I
Felt like a sick child
Dragged by a donkey, through the myrtle