MY OWN WORST JOKE

I TASTE THE CIGARETTE ON YOUR TONGUE
YOU SMELL THE WINE I HAD FOR LUNCH
AND WHEN THE CREDITS ROLL
THERE’S NOTHING LEFT BUT CONVERSATION

YOU TRACED YOUR FOOTSTEPS BACK TO ME
WHILE I HANG MY FUTURE ON A MELODY
5 LIVES AND COUNTING
AND THIS BOY’S RUN OUT OF FAVORS

I THINK THAT I JUST FOUND MY OWN WORST JOKE
AND IT WAS STARING BACK AT ME
I KNOW IT’S TIME TO FIND ANOTHER WAY TO COPE
WHEN YOU BECOME YOUR OWN WORST JOKE

I LET THE WORLD SLIDE OFF MY BACK
NUMB HALF MY SENSES TURN UP THE TAX
ACT OUT MY FAVORITE ROLE
AND WAIT FOR THE APPLAUSE

I’M NOT AS HELPLESS AS THEY THINK
JUST CAUSE I KEEP IT UNDERNEATH
AND WHEN THE CREDITS ROLL
HOW COME NO ONE PAYS ATTENTION

MY OWN WORST JOKE CAME AND TOOK ME BY SURPRISE
MY OWN WORST JOKE CAME ON DECKED OUT IN SOME COMPLICATED LIES
AND WHAT A CLICHÉD WAY TO DIRTY UP SOME LIVES
BIDING MY TIME JUST WAITING FOR THE PUNCH LINE

EXCITEMENT TAKES A DIVE – I’LL BE EVERYBODY’S GHOST
I WAKE UP ON THE WRONG SIDE – I BECOME MY OWN WORST JOKE
LET’S SIT AND WATCH THE CREDITS ROLL
LET’S ALL BECOME OUR OWN WORST JOKE X2

music & lyrics by Steven Gullett - copyright 1998