Lletres: The Quelle Source. The State Line.
The Foreign Inadequacy Project was just six months behind
and The League of Divorced Daughters were getting high
in The Empty Room at the top of the stairs
And I?ve been telling myself this is the year I?m going to have to try
to smoke out my impurities
and just fry my insides
Yeah, and hey you, Backseat Lovers
promise me you?ll take care of each other
it?s a rough world you?re living out there
?Cause Cheap Love Martyrs are lamented but forgotten
Is it a net or a noose that you?re looking for?
The cellar door of the seventh floor?
A lonesome twin bed or Dad with a stroller?
The Glass Club met four times a day
and I tried to teach myself how to lie,
to Cooper-off, to smile, to sleep in my car
and re-learn how to ride my bike
Until the uneasy truce between The Parents Coalition
and the Pink Cup Connection
was broken when The King of Uncomfortable came
and drank everything
and that was me
And they say, ?Hey man, I mean
you should just try to take it easy
In a crowded room or out to sea, you?ll succeed?
Yeah, but anymore it comes down to a question of company
A shadow or a ghost I can stabilize?
Her inviting neck or your vacant thighs?
Did I cross The State Line or did I just step outside?
I woke up when I sobered up and spent the morning thinking of you
with your trash bin full of wedding cakes
and ceiling of "Feel Better" balloons
And I thought of The Romantic brooding in his white-washed room
pissing his last best years away
on a Steel Mill Girl who?s the permanent symbol of the
one thing he wishes he could change
So shit
Let?s get dressed up
so we can go out and get fucked up
?Cause if I can still see straight I?m just wasting my time
Straight through the atmosphere or to my backyard?
Did I sleep with you or did I just dream
that that morning wasn?t one more excuse for you to leave?
A ruse, a mistake, a delusion, a guise?
?Til her whisper: ?Treat me like dirt tonight?
Now the invisible war with the past, now and future me
I should have done something
but all I ever did was sit around and watch everyone doing nothing
and The League of Divorced Daughters were getting high
in The Empty Room at the top of the stairs
And I?ve been telling myself this is the year I?m going to have to try
to smoke out my impurities
and just fry my insides
Yeah, and hey you, Backseat Lovers
promise me you?ll take care of each other
it?s a rough world you?re living out there
?Cause Cheap Love Martyrs are lamented but forgotten
Is it a net or a noose that you?re looking for?
The cellar door of the seventh floor?
A lonesome twin bed or Dad with a stroller?
The Glass Club met four times a day
and I tried to teach myself how to lie,
to Cooper-off, to smile, to sleep in my car
and re-learn how to ride my bike
Until the uneasy truce between The Parents Coalition
and the Pink Cup Connection
was broken when The King of Uncomfortable came
and drank everything
and that was me
And they say, ?Hey man, I mean
you should just try to take it easy
In a crowded room or out to sea, you?ll succeed?
Yeah, but anymore it comes down to a question of company
A shadow or a ghost I can stabilize?
Her inviting neck or your vacant thighs?
Did I cross The State Line or did I just step outside?
I woke up when I sobered up and spent the morning thinking of you
with your trash bin full of wedding cakes
and ceiling of "Feel Better" balloons
And I thought of The Romantic brooding in his white-washed room
pissing his last best years away
on a Steel Mill Girl who?s the permanent symbol of the
one thing he wishes he could change
So shit
Let?s get dressed up
so we can go out and get fucked up
?Cause if I can still see straight I?m just wasting my time
Straight through the atmosphere or to my backyard?
Did I sleep with you or did I just dream
that that morning wasn?t one more excuse for you to leave?
A ruse, a mistake, a delusion, a guise?
?Til her whisper: ?Treat me like dirt tonight?
Now the invisible war with the past, now and future me
I should have done something
but all I ever did was sit around and watch everyone doing nothing