You Missed My Heart (Live) - Mark Kozelek
Broke into her house saw her sittin' there
Drinking coke and whiskey in her bra and underwear
Saw him in the kitchen hangin' up the phone
I asked him nicely please to pack his things and go
He gave her a firm reassuring look said he wouldn't leave
So I asked him one more time and this time pulled out my shiv
I struck him in the back and I pulled it out slow
Watched him fall down
And as the morning sun rose
He looked at me and said
You missed my heart
You missed my heart
You got me good I knew you would
But you missed my heart
You missed my heart
Were his last words before he died
Looking out the window up at the blue sky
Listening to her scream listening to her cry
A feeling of relief came over my soul
I couldn't take it any longer and I lost control
I chased her up the stairs
And I pinned her to the ground
And underneath her whimpering
I could hear the sirens sound
I rattled off a list of everything I missed
Like going to the movies with her
And the way she kissed me
Driving into downtown wheeling and showing her off
Backyard barbecues and reunions in the park
I said I missed her skin and she started laughing
While I clenched down on her wrist
She said that's quite a list
But there's one thing you missed
You missed my heart you missed my heart
That's quite a list but what you really missed
Running through the parking lot
Running through the fields
Policemen on my back
Something hit my skull and cracked
And they dragged me off to jail set a million dollar bail
Where I tried to tie a noose but I failed and I broke loose
When I racing through the prison yard
God shot down by a tower guard
He got me in the shins
And he got me in the arms
And they strapped me to the gurney
Took me off to the infirmary
Where the priest read my last rites
And just before everything went dark
I said
He missed my heart he missed my heart
He got me good I knew he would
But he missed my heart he missed my heart
And just before everything went dark
The most poetic dream came flowing like the sea
Laying there my lifeblood draining out of me
A childhood scene then sky moon beams
Fishing with my friends sitting in the wild lands
Watching the Ohio river flow at night
Waiting for the bullhead catfishes to bite
Downriver from the Moundsville prison graveyards
Downriver from the Moundsville prison graveyards
Downriver from the Moundsville prison graveyards
