Kicking Distance

Well there's wine on the pageAnd my heart's enragedAnd I must call the cops on myselfAnd my bony handsProbe the bed for your bodyBut I'm left once again on the shelfWell I tried to be patientAnd I tried to be coolAnd I took acting classesBut I wound up a foolYour belongings are outside the doorHanging up in a stocking'cause I am within kicking distance of your heartOh yeah, kicking distance of your heartWell I am within kicking distance of your heartAnd I must warn othersOthers from youOthers from youOthers from youWhat started so simpleHas turned into a pimpleUnsightly and sore to the touchThe peace in my mindHas been so hard to come byAnd you become more of a crutchYou're prolific in bedAnd you're always so coolBut I'm like brian jonesLeft to sleep in the poolOnly to be discovered by some dirtyConstruction workers'cause I am within kicking distance of your heartOh yeah, kicking distance of your heartWell I am within kicking distance of your heartAnd I must warn othersOthers from youOthers from youOthers from youWell the wine is all spiltIn the house that we builtAnd the cops never come when I callWell your prodigal sonHas gone south for awhileAnd maybe I'll see you next fallYou're annoying and comfortingAll in the sameWell what once was so preciousHas now become lameThe coyotes are outside your doorAnd they're serving your papers'cause I am within kicking distance of your heartOh yeah, kicking distance of your heartWell I am within kicking distance of your heartAnd I must warn othersOthers from youOthers from youOthers from you