Well, there's wine on the page
And my heart's enraged
And I must call the cops on myself
And my bony handsProbe the bed for your body
But I'm left once again on the shelf
Well, I tried to be patient
And I tried to be coolAnd I took acting classes
But I wound up a fool
Your belongings are outside the door
Hanging up in a stocking'Cause I am within kicking distance of your heart
Oh yeah, kicking distance of your heart
Well, I am within kicking distance of your heart
And I must warn othersOthers from you
Others from you
Others from youWhat started so simple
Has turned into a pimple
Unsightly and sore to the touch
The peace in my mindHas been so hard to come by
And you become more of a crutch
You're prolific in bed
And you're always so coolBut I'm like Brian Jones
Left to sleep in the pool
Only to be discovered by some dirty
Construction workers'Cause I am within kicking distance of your heart
Oh yeah, kicking distance of your heart
Well, I am within kicking distance of your heart
And I must warn othersOthers from you
Others from you
Others from youWell, the wine is all spilt
In the house that we built
And the cops never come
When I callWell, your prodigal son
Has gone south for awhile
And maybe I'll see you next fall
You're annoying and comforting
All in the sameWell, what once was so precious
Has now become lame
The coyotes are outside your door
And they're serving your papers'Cause I am within kicking distance of your heart
Oh yeah, kicking distance of your heart
Well, I am within kicking distance of your heart
And I must warn othersOthers from you
Others from you
Others from you