Fire Door (live) Ani DiFranco

Get up, get up

I opened the fire door to four lips
None of which were mine, kissing
Tightened my belt around my hips
Where your hands were missing

And stepped out into the cold, collar high
Under the slate gray sky
The air was smoking and the streets were dry
And I wasn't joking when I said goodbye

And there were
Magazine quality men
Talking on the corner
French, no less much less of them then us
So why do I
Feel like, feel like
Something's been rearranged?
You know
Taken out of context I must
Seem so strange, ahhh

Ahhh

I killed a cockroach so big
It left a puddle of pus on my wall
You know and
When you and I are lying in bed
You don't, you don't, you don't seem so tall, and a
I'm singing now because my tear ducts are too tired
And my, my mind is disconnected but my heart is wired
Aaah yeah, ohhohhohh
Aaah yeah, ohhohhohh
Ohh bohh ohh ah ohhh