Ike Reilly
The Mixture
Girl don't like the mixture in me
The liquid in me, the fiction it frees
The liquor in me, the mick in me
The fried-out lights for eyes she sees
Girl don't like the distance in me
The danger in me, the sickness in me
The stranger in me, the quickness in me
The shiftlessness and shift in me

From a boy in dreams to a man in the arms
Of a woman that's become another line in a song
To a holiday-killin', prescription-fillin'
Semi-part-time gospel-spillin'
Clubfoot boyfriend landlord villain
Make you love me when you're not willin'

But stay with me anyway
I'm a brand new believer
I went to the tomb without you
And they wouldn't receive me, no no no no
They wouldn't receive me

Girl don't like the greed in me
The speed in me, her need for me
The weed in me, the dealer in me
The schemer in me, the dreamer in me
I was never one of these school yard playground
Point guard crossover levitatin', head fakin'
Myth makin', long range shot-takin' pain killer hot
Got me in the parking lot

Girl don't like the fader in me
The invader in me, the penetrator in me
The not-quite-fade-away'er in me
The "I will see you later" in me

But stay with me anyway
I'm a brand new believer
I went to the tomb without you
And they wouldn't receive me, o no no no
They wouldn't receive me, no no no no
They wouldn't receive me

Where were you when the wheels fell off in Birmingham?
Where were you when I shed my skin in vain?
Where were you when we slid right off the motorway?
Maybe you stepped away, took a vacation day
You said a day with me is a night you've wasted

Where were you? [x3]