Afghan Whigs, The – Son Of The South

jane had a bottle of pills

she kept beside her bed

she took a couple when the sky came falling down

“what do you see in me”

she used to say out loud

i see myself in a year

if i’m still around

& i don’t feed the doll no no

jane used to touch herself to make it go away

the loneliness that would follow her all around

& hold her pretty hand

& wanna be her friend

& hold the ceiling when the sky came falling down

i don’t really need you

but since you’re here

tell me all about yourself my dear

are YOU queer?

what happened to your wrists

do YOU need some help

i can’t be checking on YOU like this all the time

YOU want some help then bleed somebody else

YOU know YOU ain’t gonna be mine