Marrow Lyrics - Revelling / Reckoning - Ani Difranco

The answer came 

Like a shot in the back 

While you were running from your lesson 

Which might explain 

Why years later all you could remember 

Was the terror of the question 

Plus, you weren't listening 

You were stockpiling canned goods 

Making a bomb shelter of our basement 

And I can't believe you let the moral go by 

While you were soaking in the product placement 

Where was your conscience? 

Where was your consciousness? 

And where did you put all those letters 

That you wrote to yourself 

But could not address? 

I'm a good kisser 

And you're a fast learner 

And that kinda thing could float us 

For a pretty long time 

Then one day you'd realize 

You've memorized my phone number 

And you'll call it and find 

It's a disconnected line 

'cause I got tossed out the window of love's el camino 

And I shattered into a shower of sparks on the curb 

You were smoking me 

Weren't you? 

Between your yellow fingers 

You just inhaled and exhaled without saying a word 

Where was your conscience? 

Where was your consciousness? 

And where did you put all those letters 

That you wrote to yourself 

But could not address? 

There's a smorgasbord of unspoken poisons 

A whole childhood of potions 

That are all bottled up 

And so one by one I am dusting off labels 

I am uncorking bottles and filling up cups 

So go ahead and have a taste of your own medicine 

And I'll have a taste of mine 

But first let's toast to the lists 

That we hold in our fists 

Of the things that we promise to do 

Differently next time 

'cause the answer came like a shot in the back 

While you were running from your lesson 

Which might explain 

Why years later all you could remember 

Was the terror of the question 

Plus I'm not listening to you anymore 

My head is too sore and my heart's perforated 

And I'm mired in the marrow of my (well, ain't that) funny bone 

Learning how to be alone and devastated 

Where was my conscience? 

Where was my consciousness? 

And what do I do with all these letters 

That I wrote to myself 

But cannot address?