Inspired by stories from G.G. Flint's experiences in the world of internet dating.
lyrics
I spend most of my nights with strangers I meet
for condescending monologues and a couple of drinks
Keep you hands on the table your feet on the floor
It takes more than a come on to get through my doors
I know your thirsty to get what I've got
You ain't getting me yet
I'm an excavator of the things hidden behind
The tattered shells we use to shield to block and to hide
I am a minor digging into your soul
sometimes there's nothing sometimes I find gold
a shimmering hope of what I can't get
I ain't getting you yet
Kiss me goodnight then I'm out of sight round the bend
I'm alone in my bed I don't need you to keep me warm
So find me in the corner on a dimly lit seat
mining for a heart of gold in the strangers I meet
am I moving forward or am I standing still
I've got no one at home, there's no jack to my jill
I don't know how much more I can take
maybe I need a break
credits
from Stories To Write Songs About Vol.1,
released September 26, 2018
Written by Tom Rorem
Mixed and Mastered by Tom Rorem
Acoustic Guitar/Bass/Vocals: Tom Rorem
Whirly/Organ: Alex Huth
Drums: William Mapp
Clarinet: Eric Vanderbilt-Matthews
