Pushover Songtext
von Weeping Tile

"Yea, can we do this at, uh, at a hundred, uh, inches per second?
Can you jack up the tape machine?
It′ll save some time"
(2, 3)

I am so light, I get swept up
Onto the dustpan with dust
And when it comes to her
I am a pushover

(You're getting in the way)
You′re getting in the way
(You're getting in the way)
You're getting in
(You′re getting in the way)
I′d likely let you stay

What could you collect that you couldn't find?
Like a blank check already signed, da da da
You and your cool like a surrogate mom, da da
Your real life expression, how come?


(You′re getting in the way)
You're getting in the way
(You′re getting in the way)
You're getting in
(You′re getting in the way)
I'd likely let you stay

And the root of all is thorn
Sat in the sun in your van in the parking lot, da da da
Oh what a loss, oh what a find, da da
You're driving around looking for an airplane on a sign

I am so light, I get swept up
Onto the dustpan with dust
And when it comes to her
I am a pushover

(You′re getting in the way)

You′re getting in the way
(You're getting in the way)
You′re getting in
(You're getting in the way)
I′d likely let you stay


I'd likely let you any other time
(You′re getting in the way, in the way)
Any other time
(You're getting in the way, in the way)
Any other time
(You're getting in the way, in the way)