And I didn’t mind, and you didn’t seem to mind about me, but I was wrong.
Who wouldn’t fear to leave it all… ‘cause it’s gonna come, it’s gotta come.
I am the widow, the spidered king. There’s a web in your teeth,
And there’s holes in the ceiling. I wanted more, I left with nothing.
Who’s really lost and who’s really winning? I begged again, you said hello.
For now, that’s all I know. Now I remember the exhaust and remains.
A shallow shadow hung across my brand new drapes.
And I gave my car away, down toward the post office.
Man told me he needed it more. I believed him, went home and slept more.
—Andy Hull (Bad Books, “I Begged You Everything”)
She started dancin’ to that fine, fiiiiine music…