Residue - Gigolo Aunts

Residue, tell me what can I do

To get the trace of you off of me '

Residue, on the tip of my tongue

And filling up my lungs where I breathe

I wish that I could face

All the flavors I still taste

I wish that I could peel off

All the layers that I feel of residue

Residue, on the small of my back

And making me go slack when I’m brave

Residue, like a rash on my skin

And dripping down my chin when I shave

I wish that I could face

All the flavors I still taste

I wish that I could peel off

All the layers that I feel of residue

Hiding underneath my nails

Puncturing my stiff starched sails

Wash and dry, iron and fold

It’s starting to get kind of old

It’s starting to make me feel old

Residue, on the edge of the bed

And propping up my head so I can’t sleep

Residue, in the corners and seams

And dancing in my dreams midnight’s deep

I wish that I could face

All the flavors I still taste

I wish that I could peel off

All the layers that I feel of residue

Residue…