Stephen Koritta - Listless Days

I danced me a similar dance in my time
I sung me a similar song
You can yell at me with all of your zealotry
But don't tell me nothin's wrong
It's the direst kind of diagnosis
With bittersweet wine and dyin' roses
It's a slow hurry like a snow flurry
Just one thing more before the store closes

And the last cash-on-hand
Carelessly lands on the barrel head
And you wake to find strange fellows
In your self-made bed
The picture was big but now you're cropped out
Put to rest the plan best-laid
It's way too late for you to opt out
These are listless days

Don't say to me straight-facedly
As you Spackle the cracks in the masonry
That the operation is turn-key
Warming me up before you burn me
"Fire!" I'll shout in this crowded theater
Nothin' here is up to code
The danger is here, it's present and clear
Unwelcome in my humble abode

When your tries to crack wise
Finally fractures a contentious bone
As you practice your licks on the humorous
With your sticks and stones
There won't be one dry eye in the house
Everbody's bored to tears
You say you'll give us something worth cryin' about
In response to the Bronx cheers

When there's no lard left in the larder
But the bossman's working you harder
You can't beg nor steal nor barter
To please your Petes and Pauls
When the lawman's heaving the book
Even harder at the small-time crook
Lets the swindler off the hook
You see which way things fall

And the last cash-on-hand
Carelessly lands on the barrel head
And you wake to find strange fellows
Laying in your self-made bed

The picture was big but now you're cropped out
Put to rest the plan best-laid
It's way too late for you to opt out
These are listless days

Written by:
Stephen Koritta

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