Poor Judge

Falling for you was always falling up Leather books and surplus government chairs I rose like smoke, or the steam from your cup A wave of heat where the lighter flares You might have found some other reason To burn me like a tissue screen My heart is a poor judge And it harbors an old grudge Falling for you was a walk off a cliff A dream of a car with the brake lines cut The only way you can stop it is if You turn around, keep the windows shut You might have found some other reason To leave me in that dark ravine My heart is a poor judge And it harbors an old grudge And I can see your light on Calling me back to make the same mistake again And I'll say no, when you ask me, no, when you ask me, no when you ask again 'Cause I won't let it past me, won't let it past me Won't let it past til I see that I'm last and then Falling for you was a last ditch plan You sized me up with your thumb on the scale I came up short, but you do what you can The hammer's nothing without the nail You might have had some other reason To lead me to the guillotine But your heart is a poor judge And it harbors an old grudge And I can see your light on Calling me back to make the same mistake again --- Poor Judge - Aimee Mann