Poor Judge Aimee Mann

Falling for you was always falling up
Leather books and surplus government chairs
I rose like smoke, or the steam from your cup
A wave of heat where the lighter flares

You might have found some other reason
To burn me like a tissue screen
My heart is a poor judge
And it harbors an old grudge

Falling for you was a walk off a cliff
A dream of a car with the brake lines cut
The only way you can stop it is if
You turn around, keep the windows shut

You might have found some other reason
To leave me in that dark ravine
My heart is a poor judge
And it harbors an old grudge

And I can see your light on
Calling me back to make the same mistake again

And I'll say no, when you ask me, no, when you ask me, no when you ask again
'Cause I won't let it past me, won't let it past me, won't let it past til I see that I'm last and then...