Poor Judge Lyrics - 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