I wrote this song soon after I moved to Ohio. I was eighteen and chasing after some seriously romantic stuff: I had just moved across several states to a place I knew nothing of, for a girl I loved. It was the first place I ever had of my own and I was determined to make my whole life beautiful and artistic and special like a Francesca Lia Block book. My girlfriend was a lot more practical and less obsessed with romance and beauty than I was, and I suppose that's what this song is about.
Surprisingly, a few people that are close to me have told me it's one of their favorite Me Songs. It's weird; it's always the songs I truly write for no other reason than that I'm overwrought and need to sing something, that I don't expect anyone but me to care about, that people like. Also, it's got so many words--even for me.
one false move
why talk about it, desperation always had to wait
and this is just like every other day, the fact
that it's the morning makes me want to cry even less
'cause it will make my eyes hurt and it will negate any rest
i got last night between bad dreams and waking you from yours
why can't i quit when i'm not ahead but
not so significantly behind
why do i need my favorite books that
do these things to me and take my mind
away to where it's normal to be so passionate, so passionate
and feel all the pain associated with it
when it's really just a weekday morning
and the way to succeed is by not having feelings
so pretend to ignore them and act like it's the normal thing
just to talk about how our cars do in the snow, not really think about anything
then i come home and this flood awaits me, 'cause
i can't leave well enough alone, i was sad
just loud enough to wake you up last night so
i thought of bringing i-love-you-roses home but
didn't know what you'd think
'cause this is the world and this is a fantasy book
and this is the line i keep tripping over
and you're on the real side and I try and dance everywhere
and it isn't working, but i've got some good songs, so
i'll be your ragdoll if you
hold me close and say you love me at night
brush my hair every which way and say
it's the most beautiful thing that you've ever seen
you know i have this idea if i act like i'm a little kid in front of you
you'll think there's something big and strong underneath
but i can't keep it up if every time i say something i mean
you're laughing and messing up my hair on me, so
why talk about it, one false move and i am one of my
histrionic friends with black-dyed hair and lousy poetry
that you hate so much and i pretend that i do too
for fear you'll laugh at me
'cause this is the real world and this is east village saturdays
and this is the line i'm dying to trip over
and you're on the real side and i try to dance everywhere
and it just screws me up, but i've got some good songs, so...
copyright rorie kelly 2003
