Well there's wine on the page

And my heart's enraged

And I must call the cops on myself

And my bony hands

Probe 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 cool

And 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 others

Others from you

Others from you

Others from you



What started so simple

Has turned into a pimple

Unsightly and sore to the touch

The peace in my mind

Has been so hard to come by

And you become more of a crutch

You're prolific in bed

And you're always so cool

But 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 others

Others from you

Others from you

Others from you



Well the wine is all spilt

In the house that we built

And the cops never come when I call

Well your prodigal son

Has gone south for awhile

And maybe I'll see you next fall

You're annoying and comforting

All in the same

Well 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 o