"Soberish" lyrics

"Soberish"

Everyone's got a maze inside their heart
The best we can do is pick a place to start
Meet me in the lounge of the St. Regis at 5
I'll be sitting by the window, wearing white

Already told you
I'm not gonna make the same mistakes
Over and over
You can be mad if you want
I did a shot 'cause I'm terrified

I'm asking you
Tell me, why do we keep dicking around?
Waited such a long time to be with you
Now I'm chickening out
I've got so much to say
Somehow it's never the right thing
I meant to be sober
But the bar's so inviting

People are laughing and having fun
Leaning back and relaxing now the day is done
I know exactly what you must think of me
But baby, I've never been so glad to see somebody

I already told you
It was love at first sight
And that's a frightening notion
I'll hold the light
And you can read me what we owe

Come on, let's go
Tell me, why do we keep dicking around?
Waited such a long time to be with you
Now I'm chickening out
I've got so much to say
Somehow it's never the right thing
I meant to be sober
But the bar's so inviting

Why do we keep dicking around?
Waited such a long time to be with you
And here you are now
I am soberish and I can't make a sound
But I will open my arms up
And wrap them around you
I will open my arms up
And wrap them around you


Writer(s): Liz Phair
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