Politics Of Grooming

G C Dadd4 Gadd4/C C root note) G I know the “you” when you are getting dressed C G Is not the “you” I've really come to know Dadd4 She speaks in shorter phrases Gadd4/C And she often can't remember G Dadd4 G Which impulsive words were emitted as response G But it's not a selfish shorter-spanned attention C G Rather preference for the politics of grooming Dadd4 Hell, I'd paint my face and fingers Gadd4/C And my toes and lips and eyelids G Dadd4 If it meant tonight I didn't have to think about the future G Just to fixate my attention on a wooden powder pencil C Not a single thought devoted G To whatever's on outside the house Dadd4 Gadd4/C Or even past the door to your mother's bathroom Where we're sitting G Dadd4 G And surviving on the steadiness of passing time G So when the lines are drawn and all the powders matted C G You'll be standing there blinking at your image Dadd4 And you wished that it would turn around Gadd4/C And do what it's supposed to G Dadd4 G But reflections do not turn themselves away G When you were younger and your mother started drinking C G She would tuck you in and close your bedroom door Dadd4 Then one night you sprung awake Gadd4/C Inside a turning twisted dream G Dadd4 G And you ran downstairs to find her laying out across the floor G She did not hear you softly crying near her C G Or feel your mouth all hot against her ear Dadd4 So you kissed her like she taught you Gadd4/C And for the first time on the head G Dadd4 G You got up and tucked your own self into bed G So when the lines are drawn and all the powders matted C G You'll be standing there blinking at your image Dadd4 And you wished that it would turn around Gadd4/C And do what it's supposed to G Dadd4 G But reflections do not turn themselves away Dadd4 Yeah you wished that you would turn around Gadd4/C And do what you're supposed to G Dadd4 G But it's easier to blink and stare and stay