Coyote

Well you're traipsin' up and down my backyard Get too cold, I'd die Diggin' through my trashcans With that white rope tied around your neck You mistake me for some southern goddess Some delta girl done wrong But I'm fixin' the knot through whatever I have to To stay silent, get gone one two three, I hate me There's no one else who I know how to be Four five six, oh your body makes me sick Don't take it away from me just yet There's no one I can think of That I can stand less than you Don't you want to touch my hands before you go? I think I'm confused I can feel my food digestin' And I'm beggin' it to cease My stomach's crushed against my lungs and you're, you're pushin' at my seams And I seen the way you eye me up, Like a chunk of meat, like a chunk of meat gone bad Like you were wishing I was something still worth having You can go ahead, go ahead and have one two three, I still hate me There's no one else who I know how to be Four five six, oh your body makes me sick Don't take it away from me just yet There's no one I can think of That I can stand less than you Don't you want to touch my hands before you go? I think I'm confused --- Coyote - Jenny Owen Youngs