Tekster: Bob Mould. First Drag of The Day.

Don't make me do it
Don't make me sell the things I love
There's too much happening in this world
Don't choose the other side right away
It's been left alone for a while

If I can get to the words before that first smoke
Everything seems to come out differently

Leaving a large hole in my hip
I've never tried to quit
Here I go with the first drag of the day
Sometimes it makes me fall backwards
On back into bed

Don't stop me, don't correct me
Please don't interfere with me
I'm trying to write as fast as I can

Yesterday wasn't so bad
I thought it a little worse than it was
I don't know why I tried to sabotage my day
I wanted everything my own way

I wanted it all my own way, so don't apologize
I learn to devise these ways of explaining away now

Happenstance, you don't let me take a stand
And it sits inside on the great white picket fence deep inside
Someday that fence is going to fall in your yard
And I hope you didn't plant anything
Too precious, too close to the boundary

It's starting to sound like it's time to sign off
But for once I feel like something might have happened

Maybe I can't show this to you
And maybe I can't show you everything
Some things have to be precious and pure
Some things have to stay inside of me

Or else I've given everything away
I wanted it all this way
I learn to devise these ways of explaining away

So don't blame me, I won't blame you
It's just the first drag of the day