Ice Box - Pree

I’m having quite a time

A hell of a time

An impossible time

Giving up on you

Tell me what you’ve got

Tell me what you’ve got

Tell me what you’ve got

For me in your ice box

I’m sick of picking that lock

Of liking the cold

It sticks to my hands 'til they shake

It’s hard to keep ahold

Of the drink I’ve made of

Bitters and olive juice

It burns straight through

The first few times

But now I, I don’t taste you

No, I, I can’t taste you

I’d been underground

'Til the day that you called

It’s like you to send for

The things that I’ve gone through

The things that you know

Are so hard to hold onto

But here you are

Calling me

Digging me

Out of my sleep

Now I ain’t no caretaker

But I’ll be your man-handler

You’ve got your own flatliner

Since you woke the dead

Now you’ve got your prayers answered

And you put a smile on me

But I don’t have to tell you

Just what it means

I saw you, death

You reached out your hand

The way women do

When they want something else

From a man

Your gauzy breath

Enfolded and jammed me

Into a jelly-like mold of myself

I’ll wait for you to melt

'Til I drip with joy

That I got to dance with you

That I got to dance with you

Long enough to know

Not to take you

Long enough to know

Not to take you home

Long enough to know

Not to take you

Long enough to know

Not to take you home

Now I ain’t no caretaker

But I was your man-handler

You had your own flatliner

Since you woke the dead

Now you’ve got your prayers answered

And you put a smile on me

But I don’t have to tell you

Just what it means

No, I don’t have to yell you

Just what it means