Lyrics Old 97’s – Murder (Or A Heart Attack)

And the hole
In the screen is barely big enough for you
And not near enough for me to go

And the whole damn complicated

And I may be leavin’ myself open
To a murder or a heart attack
But I’m leavin’ the back door open
‘Til you come back, ’til you come back

And I may be movin’ myself closer
To a real untimely end
But I’m leavin’ the back door open
‘Til you come home again, ’til you come home again

And I told
The neighbors, I put pictures up
And handed out some flyers at the show

And the whole town speculatin’
Situations could’ve been
Avoided if I’d only shut the window

And I may be leavin’ myself open
To a murder or a heart attack
But I’m leavin’ the back door open
‘Til you come back, ’til you come back

And I may be movin’ myself closer
To a real untimely end
But I’m leavin’ the back door open
‘Til you come home again, ’til you come home again

And I may be leavin’ myself open
To a murder or a heart attack

And I may be movin’ myself closer
To a real untimely end
But I’m leavin’ the back door open
‘Til you come home again, ’til you come home again
‘Til you come home again
‘Til you come home