Tekster: Ani Difranco. Dilate. Going Down.

You can't get through it, you can't get over it
You can't get around, just like in a dream
You'll open your mouth to scream and you won't make a sound

You can't believe your eyes, you can't believe your ears
You can't believe your friends, you can't believe you're here
And you're not gonna get through it, so you are going down

I put a cup out on the window sill to catch the water as it fell
Now, I got a glass, half full of rain to measure the time between
When you said you'd come and when you actually come

Little mister Limp Dick is up to his old tricks and thought
He'd call me one last time but I'm just about done
With the oh, woe is me, shit and I want everything back, that's mine