Fight or Flee Blues

An Indian asked me for a quarter on the street
And I gave him my coat and my gloves
Then the girl I was with
Stopped and turned to me
And said "you remind me of Jesus"
I said "no not me I'm allergic to nails
You won't catch me crying over spilled milk
I may seem explicitly selfless to you
But it's just my implicit guilt"

She needled my ribs with her fingertips
And said "don't be so hard on yourself"
She'd like to think she was sleeping With a generous saint
Not a restless sociopath

Well I wish I could sing like the sweet sad rain
But I've got this sheet metal alley cat voice
And though rеason tells me
That I've got no right to sing
My hеart says I've got no choice

The same thing is true about this love
She believed what she had to believe
My lies were sopped up like a sponge
And the truth just backfired on me

So now I'm on the road running with my senses
Enjoying this eternal fight and flee
And when I finally get busted on loneliness
I'll probably invest in harmony
I'll probably settle for security
It's taken the best of us
It'll take the rest of us