Next Feeding

I want you right where it hurts in the brain that keeps
stuttering a different name.
When I called he wasn't home, when I called back I'd
left town, an unworking number.
I left him, he left me, these things aren't simple, you see
but I bet you taste better.
I bet you taste good and won't fight with me like I did
like he did. These things aren't simple.
The good ones you always have to steal.
You get them while they're still warm, you get them
while they still feel needy.
Mouths still open for their next feeding.
I just can't make this look like an accident.
I'm tripping over you
and me to get to him, to get to you, to get you
to touch me.
The pretty ones all look a bit alike It's the same with diction, and they finish conversations for each other. It's the family you're already in love with.
You see I'll explain it, let me dig down, I've something
very sincere to say if you don't mind waiting.
I can show you the thing that made me make him
crazy. I may even have a picture,
you don't mind waiting?
I left him, he left me, these things aren't simple, you see
but I bet you taste better.
I bet you taste good and won't fight with me like I did
like he did. These things aren't simple.
The good ones you always have to steal.
You get them while they're still warm, you get them
while they still feel needy.
Mouths still open for their next feeding.

©1994 Agent Gracie Music (BMI) and McKinley


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