Poor Judge - Aimee Mann

Falling for you was always falling up

Leather books and surplus government chairs

I rose like smoke or the steam from your cup

A wave of heat where the lighter flares

You might have found some other reason

To burn me like a tissue screen

My heart is a poor judge

And it harbors an old grudge

Falling for you was a walk off a cliff

A dream of a car with the brake lines cut

The only way you can stop it is if

You turn around keep the windows shut

You might have found some other reason

To leave me in that dark ravine

My heart is a poor judge

And it harbors an old grudge

And I can see your light on

Calling me back to make the same mistake again

And I'll say no when you ask me no

When you ask me no when you ask again

'Cause I won't let it past me won't let it past me

Won't let it past 'til I see that I'm last and then

Falling for you was a last ditch plan

You sized me up with your thumb on the scale

I came up short but you do what you can

The hammer's nothing without the nail

You might have had some other reason

To lead me to the guillotine

But your heart is a poor judge

And it harbors an old grudge

And I can see your light on

Calling me back to make the same mistake again