Brick
2003-09-08 - 2:51 a.m.
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6 A.M, day after Christmas;
I throw some clothes on in the dark.
The smell of cold;
car seat is freezing.
The world is sleeping;
I am.........numb.
Up the stairs to her apartment,
she is balled up on the couch.
Her mom and dad went down to Charlotte,
they're not home to find us out.
And we drive.
Now that I have found someone,
I'm feeling more alone
than I ever have before.
Chorus:
She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly
off the coast and I'm headed nowhere.
She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly......
They call her name at 7:30;
I pace around the parking lot.
Then I walk down to buy her flowers
and sell some gifts that I got.
Can't you see
it's not me you're dying for.
Now she's feeling more alone
than she ever has before.
Chorus
As weeks went by
it showed that she was not fine.
They told me, “son
it's time to tell the truth,” and
she broke down, and I broke down,
'cause I was tired of lying.
Driving home to her apartment,
for the moment we're alone.
She's alone;
I'm alone.
Now I know it
Chorus
- Ben Folds Five
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