The Sweat - The Shivers

The sweat from the palms of my hands

On the small of your back

And the life that I’ve lived

Up to this point

Has been wack, and cruel, and unkind

I’ve been blind

Look at me

I’m in lonely thralls

Unwashed

Unshaven

In dirty clothes

The sweat from the small of your back

On the palms of my hands

And the lives that you’ve lived

In other men’s beds

Might help me more easily understand

How to make you stay

And how to make you love me And what to do in my shoe

When you leave

It’s hard to believe

That who made you made me It’s hard to believe

That who made you made me