Lletres: Elliott Smith. From a Basement on the Hill. Last Hour.

Here's the army that you mowed to the ground
And the bodies you left lying around
Talking it out the last hour

I'm through trying now it's a big relief
I'll be staying down where
No one else gonna give me grief
Mess me around just make it over

Your opinion was the law of the land
A single thing that I couldn't always understand
I lived it out from hour to hour

The only thing that never really changed
You ran me all around and dragged me down
At the end of the day don't keep me around
Just make it over

I've been thinking of the things that I missed
Situations that I passed up for this
One way love I took for hours

I'm through trying now it's a big relief
I'll be staying down
I wasn't good at being a thief
More like a clown, make it over