Kicking Distance Songtext

von Steve Poltz

When there's wine on the page
And my hearts in a rage
And I must call the cops on myself
And my bony hands probe the bed
For your body
But I'm left once again on the shelf
Well I tried to be patient
I tried to cool
And I took acting classes
But I wound up a fool
Your belongings are outside the door
Hanging up in the stocking
Cause I am within kicking distance of your heart
Yeah kicking distance of your heart
Well I am within kicking distance of your heart
And I must warn others
Others from you
Others from you
Others from you
What started so simple
Has turned into a pimple
Unsightly & sore to the touch
But peace in my mind has been so hard to come by
And you become more of a crutch
You're prolific in bed
And you're always so cool
But I'm like Brian Jones left to sleep in a pool
Only to be discovered by some dirty construction workers
Cause I am within kicking distance of your heart
Yeah kicking distance of your heart
Well I am within kicking distance of your heart
And I must warn others
Others from you
Others from you
Others from you
When the wine is all spilt in the house that we built
And the cops never come when I call
Well your prodigal son has gone south for awhile
And maybe I'll see you next fall
You're annoying & comforting all in the same
What once was so precious has now become lame
The coyotes are outside your door
And they're serving your papers
Cause I am within kicking distance of your heart
Yeah kicking distance of your heart
Well I am within kicking distance of your heart
And I must warn others
Others from you
Others from you
Others from you