Elliott Smith - Coraliza

did you think if i was dead i'd give up trying?
caught in the wake of almost crying
and i thought you had a lot of nerve
but you don't feel that much
sessions of confessions, a body for a crutch
i'll tell you one thing, if you want to know something
somewhere out there is a dutch man smoking
a tired old drunk, warning coraliza

you're up all night with your bottle of rum
i'm asleep in my room with my molten tongue
did you hear what i said when you turned your shoulder?
a whistle you hear, playing dead, you could roll over
you dry out your hair and you flush through your eyes
pictures of your man, and paranoid crimes

the little i can do i don't know how
[whip the other and sock it, get us into a row]
all the prince's lovers couldn't fit the slipper
even the one worn by your mother, coraliza

you're up all night with your bottle of rum
i'm asleep in my room with my molten tongue
i'm not one of your older men, coraliza
i'm asleep again
i'm not one of your older men, coraliza