Achilles

We're in the dog days of it

February fever

I'm running a hundred degrees

My temper turns to ash

Fuse sparkling slowly

But surely as the first freeze

And I've known a few men

To have professed their love of me

In cars and bars and beds

But never have I returned decrees

You're my Achilles

We're in the home stretch of us

You bow out politely

I finish alone

I stage again what was said

Make a case it's not me

Then convict myself anyway

And I've known a few men

To have asked for my hand

In songs and gestures grand

But she's been mine since the dawn of man

And she's gone again

I'm howling at the moon

Dragging myself through June

Just to make it to the bar on the corner

I don't lose it frequently

It's rare she escapes me

Made it out by the skin of my teeth

Fell so fast thought it'd never leave

You're my Achilles