LARRY HIRSHBERG

Peace F**k

Drifting apart... as if we pushed off... like we were in space.
Our eyes desperate under visors keeping out the sun's pain.
Tension in our space suits smells like fear.
Is it fear, is it fear that makes us this way?

(Chorus)
One foot in my door and now it won't close.
I can't push any more.
It gets harder and harder and harder to say no.

Next verse: we grit our teeth on the couch. The TV is on.
Work sucks on our love like disease.
It's a sickness keeps us apart, gives us the blues.

(Chorus)
One foot in my door and now it won't close.
I can't push any more.
It gets harder and harder and harder to say no.

Finally, she says "peace f**k." I say "peace f**k?" She says "peace f**k."
We lie down and move on.

(Chorus)
One foot in my door and now it won't close.
I can't push any more.
It gets harder and harder and harder and harder to go.