We take sour sips from life's lush lips
And we shake the hips in relationships
Stomp out this disaster town
You'll put your eyes to the sun and say
"I know you're only blinding
To keep back what the clouds are hiding"
We might have said goodbyes just a little soon
We're throwing stones at a glass moon
We're so miserable and stunning
Love songs for the genuinely cunning
We keep the beat with your blistered feet
And we bullet the words at the mockingbirds
Singing
Slept through the weekend
And dreaming of sinking with the melody
Of the cliffs of eternity
Got postcards from my former selves saying
"How have you been?"
We might have said goodbyes just a little soon
Robbing lips and kissing banks under this moon
It was ice cream headaches and sweet avalanche
When the pearls in our shells got up to dance
You call me a bad tipper of the cradle
But I'm just tired
Yawns for fawns on hunter's lawns
We're the has-beens of husbands
Sharpening the knives of young wives
Take two years and call me when you're better
Take tears of mine and find yourself wetter
More The carpal tunnel of love
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