Daniel Spinks - ​small pale humans: thirteen lyrics

Today I am sad there is not a specific occupation called goat extractor. Also I am leaving my wife. She is not supposed to know this, even though I think she already does. "I'm going to a baseball game this weekend...with Earl from work," was all I said. Yesterday she picked out new drapes for the living room. Today she ordered a new loveseat. Last night I caught her looking at my side of the closet. There is adultery in her heart, I know it. My 30 hours of TiVo space for the next month are already gone. Before leaving for the game I said, "I'll call once I'm in the city. Thanks for the sandwiches Mary." She closed her mouth and flinched a little just above her cheeks. I saw her pushing all of that movement behind her eyes. I tried to kiss her. She just watched my face and didn't move her lips. I stopped. I felt like I was back in 8th grade. "You've had that shirt a while," she said. "Let me cut your nails." She had bitten them all down except for three on her left hand. They were long and soft and no matter how hard I tried they wouldn't bleed.