Not Going Anywhere - Tilt

I’m not going anywhere;

I have way too much to lose

Even though I’m killing myself,

It’s no indication I won’t come through

Don’t go making plans to fill my absence

Even though I’ve been gone too long

I can stamp my foot and split in two

But I’ll be whole before the dawn.

Say I’ve been to hell and back

Well you got it wrong, I never did return

Lay my head on the chopping block and

I’ll hand you the hatchet.

Strewn again from limb to limb

A slap and a tickle and a hand in the till

Between extremes is mighty grim

I’ll be free in a minute of my free will

Two on a bed gone round the bed

I laugh and writhe the more I try

My mind fell apart for you to mend

I sing to you and you reply.

Say I’ve been to hell and back

Well you got it wrong, I never did return

Lay my head on the chopping block and

I’ll hand you the hatchet.

Soon as my head hit the pillow

He took it as his cue to shake me back awake

Could have killed him bout a couple of times

By laying in wait and tearing down the drapes

If I stomp hard enough

He’ll slip in the soap and

I’ll wave good-bye as he’s circling the drain.

I’m not going anywhere, I have way too much to lose

Even though I’m killing myself,

It’s no indication I won’t come through

Don’t go making plans to fill my absence

Even though I’ve been gone too long

I could stamp my foot and split in two

But I’ll be whole before the dawn.