He'd lay out clippings o' newspaper, circled around the bed
Color supplements, a quote, a starlet from the red carpet
Because mornings torpor could kill with a drag of it's claw
And no other distraction (could quite do it) like the press on the floor
He'd need a florid, whisper in his ear when he's down on his knees
One day i'm gonna get myself together please
Howling to Jehovah, to keep his guts in his bones
Not rainin' on porcelain what did i really do wrong?
There'd be cooking suggestions, social pages, notes to self
Fluorescent yellow squares with directions on how to get well
Wicked asides from a juiced socialite,through an olive pip
That he'd use in in unpleasant company when first... lit
He's need a poetic bent to circumvent the dull, sure.. ache
One day i'm gonna get myself together, yeh... one day
Howling to Yahweh, to keep his guts in his bones
Not hailin' on porcelain where did i really go wrong?
Life's so quiet
I feel it peel and then divide me
Life's so quiet inside, but from now on...

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Jimmy's Delicate Condition song meanings
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