4AM In January

She went to the bathroom
and I crawled out the door
I left a note on her pillow
"Thank you
but I can't take any more"

Now sometimes
when we meet on the street
we pretend to be friends
I don't know
maybe she still means it
but it makes me
nauseous just the same
because that night that she
went into the bathroom
I didn't want a fuck
but when she offered
my confused head her body
I forgot all about love

Quillan: Guitar, Vocal
Mike Brady: Bass
Jeff Tranberry: Mandolin
Dan Gerber: Tide Bottle

Words and Music ©1996 Accident Clearinghouse