By My Lonesome

baby let down your hair now, let it fall down your back, you've worked hard for the man now, you don't owe him jack, four long years of desolation, two jars of dry wine, one is for your love of red meat, the other is for them high heeled shoes, and you don't wanna have a pity party, no, you don't wanna be that girl, you don't wanna fuck, or fight, or get flowers, you just wanna lay back and put your feet up, but you said, (chorus) I don't wanna go with you, I wanna stay at home, I don't wanna go out tonight, I wanna sit here alone, be by my lonesome, hang out with me, walk around naked and look at my own body (end chorus), baby let fall your four pounds of fury on the notion of soft hands, raised up right under the stones of etiquette to never step out under the neon lights, but you breathe aloud when you're left alone, you exhale the weight, of not being able to hold your other half, of not being able to stand the wait, but you said, (chorus), if you forget, don't forget, ya can't love nobody before you, you can't give to somebody what you never had, no ya can't be good until ya let go of the bad, so baby let down your hair now, I'll help you unpack, eternities spent self-seekin', searching, it's so good to have you back