Elliott Smith — Like a Cop

I'm the kind of guy that likes to talk I'm the kind of guy hates to be frozen out I can't stand it when I get this way Total mental shutdown And I choke up like a chump Words in my throat just become a senseless lump My heart's not in it because it's just a pump Body lying out on the pavement Eyes out of focus on the dirty street Standing right here is the person I've been waiting for months to meet And I just drop my eyes down like two rocks I hear my name, my circulation stops I peer up at her like I'm looking at a cop I'm the kind of dog that likes to sit in your lap I back away, about an inch tall That's my special situation Now if I think about her at all, I become a raw nerve Whole throat gets dry and vision blurs Thoughts in my head fall down like dead birds I don't know what kind, if any, purpose I might serve