- Votes:
 - Composer:
 - Ani Difranco
 
- Tags:
 - alternative
 - alternative folk
 - chick rock
 - female vocalist
 - singer songwriter
 
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Ani Difranco - Marrow lyrics
the answer came
 like a shot in the back
 while you were running from your lesson
 which might explain
 why years later all you could remember
 was the terror of the question
 plus, you weren't listening
 you were stockpiling canned goods
 making a bomb shelter of our basement
 and i can't believe you let the moral go by
 while you were soaking in the product placement
 where was your conscience?
 where was your consciousness?
 and where did you put all those letters
 that you wrote to yourself
 but could not address?
 i'm a good kisser
 and you're a fast learner
 and that kinda thing could float us
 for a pretty long time
 then one day you'd realize
 you've memorized my phone number
 and you'll call it and find it's a disconnected line
 cuz i got tossed out the window of love's el camino
 and i shattered into a shower of sparks on the curb
 you were smoking me
 weren't you?
 between your yellow fingers
 you just inhaled and exhaled without saying a word
 Ani Difranco - Marrow - http://motolyrics.com/ani-difranco/marrow-lyrics.html
 where was your conscience?
 where was your consciousness?
 and where did you put all those letters
 that you wrote to yourself
 but could not address?
 there's a smorgasbord of unspoken poisons
 a whole childhood of potions
 that are all bottled up
 and so one by one i am dusting off labels
 i am uncorking bottles and filling up cups
 so go ahead and have a taste of your own medicine
 and i'll have a taste of mine
 but first let's toast to the lists
 that we hold in our fists
 of the things that we promise to do
 differently next time
 cuz the answer came like a shot in the back
 while you were running from your lesson
 which might explain
 why years later all you could remember
 was the terror of the question
 plus i'm not listening to you anymore
 my head is too sore and my heart's perforated
 and i'm mired in the marrow of my (well... ain't that) funny bone
 learning how to be alone and devastated
 where was my conscience?
 where was my consciousness?
 and what do i do with all these letters
 that i wrote to myself
 but cannot address?














