An Appropriate 50th Post

A Stack of Dirty Books
Lyrics by: Joshua Aaron Moore. © March 2010.

You said that things weren’t feeling right.
Better just to let it die, than continue wasting time.
Now it’s six feet under, covered in worms and dirt.
Our decaying love that only left one of us hurt.

It’s hard to move on from something that ran away.
Just gotta take it minute, day by day.
That’s what I tell myself, in order to get by.
You act like it should be easy. I’d like to see you try.

It’s like trying to build a fire, in a bathtub full of water.
Like trying to serve alcohol to the preacher’s daughter.
Like trying to sell a pair of shorts in the middle of winter.
Like trying to lick a wooden fence, without getting a splinter.
Baby trying to stop, loving you is harder than it looks.
It’s like trying to give Jesus, a stack of dirty books.

I cared a bit more, for you than you did me.
And I guess in retrospect, it wasn’t hard to see.
I gave 100 percent, you were giving less.
My mind saw it clearly, but my heart failed the test.

It’s like trying to run a marathon in high heel shoes.
Like trying to keep Sherlock from finding all the clues.
Like trying to tell Superman that he ain’t allowed to fly.
It’s like trying to play hide-and-seek with the FBI.
Baby trying to stop, loving you is harder than it looks.
It’s like trying to give Jesus, a stack of dirty books.

(Musical bridge: 5-15 seconds)

It’s like trying to tell the popo you were just having fun.
When you were trying to rob the bank with a water gun.
Like trying to light a candle with a fresh ice cube.
Like trying to tell Jessica Alba she’s a dude.
Baby trying to stop loving you is harder than it looks.
I said baby trying to stop loving you is harder than it looks.
It’s like trying to give Jesus, a stack of dirty books.

You said that things weren’t feeling right.
Better just to let it die, than continue wasting time.