Bed
1. Down On Me (2:56)
2. I Want To Want You (4:08)
3. Swan Song (3:32)
4. Sneaking Around (4:15)
5. Backseat (6:05)
6. Live It Up (3:37)
7. You Are The Camera (4:02)
8. Running Out (3:08)
9. Bad Day (5:02)
10. Let's Blow It All (3:58)

All songs by Juliana Hatfield
1998 Juliana Hatfield Music/Zomba Songs (BMI).


Down On Me

You won't meet me in the middle
Push me off the dividing line
You won't give a little
What good graces?
No explanation for your change of heart
You're either cold or you're hot
A ceiling of clouds
The tall buildings are walls
I'm walking around and I can't get out
The general fatigue of a private person trying to talk to you
You saw the movie, you don't need to read the book
You're either stealing or you're taken

You're so down on me
I think it is a fad so I don't feel so bad anymore

You buy the pound just to burn it down
and watch the sleeping dogs die
Walk away unscathed
I'm going to take you of my thank-you list
"Will you ever get your shit together?"
Hookers and virgins, sluts and nuns
What if I am neither one?

You're so down on me
I think it is a fad so I don't feel so bad anymore


I Want To Want You

Dust off the instruments
Do you still know how to play?
With the pride of lions you rub me the wrong way
Stick your hand in the cookie jar
pull out bad poetry

I want to want you

My face has changed
I don't look the same
A human mutation
Alienation factory
Too much information, maybe
What a bad judge of character you were
I would fake it if I could
It would probably be for my own good
Honesty is a curse
It only makes it worse

I want to want you

You're such a lucky man
over and over again
Runs like a dream
No demons in your machine
I can't explain to you what I don't understand

I want to want you


Swan Song

You were gonna let me go
No guts to tell me yourself
Go ahead and rub my nose in it
You can't fire me because I quit
You make me feel invisible
Well, surely you see me now
stretched out on the floor of your house
foaming at the mouth with a needle in my arm
next to a smoking gun and an empty razor case
and a note that says

"Dear Jack, I hate you
Love, Diane."

The neighborhood is gonna watch me
as I create the great finale:
a perfect swan dive out the window
crash the car off the road
You're not gonna miss me
but you're gonna remember my body
crumpled in a heap
in the middle of the street
Clean up your mess

Finally you're carrying me over the threshold
Try to revive me with a cold compress
but it's too late
I guess you're best just isn't good enough
when every warm embrace
it was a selfish act
and every smiling face
it was a trap
You shit
You stabbed me in the back

"Dear Jack, I hate you
Love, Diane."

Clean up my mess


Sneaking Around

Baby, you come whisper at my back door
What do I open it for?
I'm always happy to see your face
even though you are a disgrace

I'm sick of sneaking around

Hide your smile
it's broad daylight
and don't start thinking about last night
you can't say these things out loud
but I'm not leaving and I'm not proud

I'm sick of sneaking around

Do me the honor of holding my hand on the plane
Take me on public transit
Express your feelings on the train
We travel together
over time zones and weather
never really touching the ground

The only evidence I have:
dirty pictures in my bag
Am I ever going to see where you live?
Am I ever going to meet your kid?

I'm sick of sneaking around


Backseat

The gauge is on "E"
I'm gripping the wheel
The map is so hard to read
I can't see the road
I can only see from my hand to my mouth
From right here to the ground
But I'm too far gone to go back
Where will it end?
My weary eyes on the space right in front of me
My mind imagining love and empathy
or just some company saying

"Don't let go
Don't you know I know?"

An angel takes the wheel
I climb into the backseat and get under the blanket
where sleep can bathe me in dreams
with a warm humming engine and Spacemen 3
Sleeping with Jesus
I just need to rest
And I cry like a baby who fell out of the cradle
A feeling of release
How hard can it be to speak clearly?

Don't let go
Don't you know I know?

Pull over and get out
You're down clinging to the earth
You want the world to stop
Discover unknown reserves
Get up
Brush of the dirt
Get back in and don't let go
Don't you know I know?
It's such a long road
Don't let go


Live It Up

The guest of honor cries tears of joy and pride
But someone's waiting in the wings to steal your fire
and I don't want to ruin the surprise
that your house on the beach will fall into the sea

Live it up, 'cause you're going down

This reign can't last
It'll all dry up so fast
The planets are flying past you
You think it's only natural that the world will stop
and wait for you if you fall off

Live it up, 'cause you're going down

We fantasize of your demise
We lie in wait
We salivate
visualizing your head on a plate
You're sinking in the mud
they put the pedestal on
Hold on to your jewels
You can hawk them later
A variation of a theme:
you're not missing anything

Live it up, 'cause you're going down


You Are The Camera

Wake up naked
Stretch like a panther
Throw off the covers
Run to the mirror
My love
Admire this face
It could help to save the world
This body must be seen to be believed
My back and torso like a man ray photo
This is a scene
We are improvising me

You are the camera
You try to seduce me
You love me
I make love to you

I practice different smiles
I rehearse different lines
like the perfect comeback or an eloquent speech
Let's take a walk on the street
(on the stage)
Don't say anything
Just follow me
Don't leave
Save me for posterity
What do I want to be seen buying?
I write in my diary only what I want you to read

You are the camera
A reason for living
I need you to need me
I need you to justify me life

We sit down on the couch
On the left or on the right?
What is my good side?
Come in for a close-up
Fresh breath
Perfect makeup
Are we gonna kiss on the mouth like I read about?
I look right at you and see myself
and I'm in love

You are the camera
In the presence of greatness
I disappear when you're not here


Running Out

Everyone alive is a survivor
and everything's the matter
You're too young to die
in a double suicide
with the wrong guy
What of all the paths you tried to take?
To want too much was your mistake

You're running out of reasons
You're running out of faith
And promises are nothing
They're broken as they're made
You're running out of answers
Can't give you any more
You're running out of everything
You're running out the door

It's not supposed to be like this
Can this be all there is?
You keep pushing your luck
too stupid to give up
You dream bigger, you fall harder
You think of things that should have never happened
You think of all the things that never will

You're running out of reasons
You're running out of faith
And promises are nothing
They're broken as they're made
You're running out of money
and you don't know how to say
"Can you help me?
I'm drifting away"


Bad Day

I ask myself why did I run away?
I guess maybe I was having a bad day

I screwed it up again
I made another friend
A desperado named "trouble"
He showed his gun to me
He took my money
I think I understand
what makes a boy become a bad man

I ask myself why did I run away?
I guess maybe I was having a bad day

To suffer greatly from the indignity
of working for a living
Why would I want to breed?
And the monotony
driving me crazy
I shouldn't rock the boat
I think my head's about to explode

I ask myself why did I run away
I guess maybe I was having a bad day

I lost my head
I made my bed all by myself
Now I don't sleep in it so well
I'm taking off my dress
but you won't touch me now
This room is such a mess
I really don't know how
to be the perfect girl
but in a perfect world
I'd give you what you need
and you'd be giving me another chance

I ask myself why did I run away
I guess maybe I was having a bad day


Let's Blow It All

This can't be real
I've never seen so much
This must be a joke
I don't know how to feel
I haven't earned it yet
Everything fades so fast
Let's buy a car with cash and crash it
Buy her the rock she always wanted
Throw money out the window
and watch the happy people catch it

You can't afford to save your life
Well, I can
I'll send you to a posh rehab
so you can get clean
and it won't be so bad
Let's buy guitars for all the kids
I don't want to wake up wondering where it all went

Nobody can stop us from blowing it all
It's mine and besides, they never cared what I did
and it doesn't matter where you go
and it doesn't matter where you are

Let's do it now while we still can
before they take it away
(take it back)
Check us out checking in
ordering room service
We'll have one of everything
and we'll leave a one hundred percent tip

Nobody can stop us from blowing it all
It's my and besides they've never cared what I'm doing
Nobody can stop us from blowing it all
It's my and besides they've never cared
They never cared