LIFE CAN’T COMPETE WITH MEMORIES
THEY NEVER HAVE TO CHANGE
SO DON’T LEAVE ME HERE WITH ONLY MIRRORS WATCHING ME
THIS HOUSE, IT HOLDS NOTHING BUT THE MEMORIES
RED BLOODED, WHITE SKINNED, OH AND THE BLUES
OH AND THE BLUES
I GOT THE BLUES
THAT’S ME!
THAT’S ME!
THE WIFE FORGAVE THE MISTRESS FOR SHE ONLY ENTERTAINED
THE PAIN WAS GONE THE INSTANT SHE CLEARED HER THROAT TO SPEAK HER NAME
SAID BOTH OF US US MOST SUFFER FROM THE SAME UNENDING ACHE
NOW I WRITE WHEN I’M AWAY LETTERS THAT YOULL NEVER READ
YOU SAID GO EXPLORE THOSE OTHER WOMEN
THE GEOGRAPHY OF THEIR BODIES
BUT THERE IS JUST ONE MAP YOU’LL NEED
YOU ARE A BOOMERANG YOULL SEE
YOU WILL RETURN TO ME
MY MIND RACES WITH ALL MY LONGINGS
BUT CAN’T KEEP UP WITH WHAT I GOT
(i think about this one a lot)
SO WE TRADE LIQUOR FOR BLOOD
IN AN ATTEMPT TO TIP THE SCALES
I THINK YOU LOST WHAT YOU LOVED
IN THAT MESS OF DETAILS
THEY SAY YOU’VE GOT TO LOVE YOURSELF FIRST THATS A TRIP
I’VE BEEN HATING MYSELF SINCE I WAS A LITTLE KID
ALL THOSE GOLDEN FIELDS, LOVELY EMPTY SPACE
THEY’RE BUILDING DRUG STORES NOW UNTIL NONE REMAINS
GOT A CRICKET FOR A CONSCIENCE
ALWAYS LOOKS THE OTHER WAY
BUT IF YOU NEED MONEY FOR PILLS THIS MUCH
MY LOVE, I’D COVER YOU
AND IF YOU HAVE TO LIE TO EVERYONE
I’D COVER UP FOR YOU
CAN I GET A GOD DAMN TIMPANI ROLL
NO ONE’S GONNA CHANGE
NOBODY EVER DOES
NO ONE’S GONNA CHANGE
NO ONE IS CHANGING FOR YOU
NO ONE’S GONNA CHANGE
NOBODY EVER DOES
AND I’M NEVER GONNA DO
WHAT YOU WANT ME TO
EVEN WESTERN MEDICINE
COULDN’T SAVE DANNY CALLAHAN
JOHN A. HOBSON WAS A GOOD MAN
HE USED TO LEND ME BOOKS AND MIC STANDS
HE EVEN GOT ME SUBSCRIPTION
TO THE SOCIALIST REVIEW
SO SICK OF BEING HONEST I’LL DIE LIKE DYLAN THOMAS
Sorry, the only Conor I’ve listened to is the stuff he’s done with Phoebe Bridgers
SIT ON THE COUCH AND THINK ABOUT HOW LIVING’S JUST A PROMISE THAT I MADE
MAYBE HE LOST CONTROL
FUCKING WITH THE RADIO
THANK YOU STRANGER FOR YOUR THERAPEUTIC SMIIIIIIIIIIIIILE
MAYBE THE SUN KEEPS COMING UP COS IT’S GOTTEN USED TO YOU
AND YOUR CONSTANT NEED FOR PROOF