Dead Weight from Blood by Juliana Hatfield

why do you love me
you must be mad
why do you love me
you must be crazy

all I ever wanted was to revel in the loneliness
find a private place to sit and tear off my skin in peace

why do you love me
you must be daft
why do you want me
has your brain been damaged

you take my hand
can’t you feel it’s dead weight
are you blinded by a stereotype
that history perpetuates

take my hand
can’t you feel its dead weight
I am just a tool for you to use
to self-obliterate

in the future it comes undone
all your desires are delusions
I am nothing to anyone
never will be and never was

• Alternative
• Juliana Hatfield
• alternative rock
• boston ma
• indie rock
• rock
• singer-songwriter
• Boston