Timber

Timber

Kind Of Like Spitting
(album: Old Moon In The Arms Of The New)

You´re the same old bore
I know that, no need to remind me
I know from experience that nothing gold can stay
Numbers one or two, it all hits the same fan
And I´m your biggest fan
But it´s blurry from up here in the nosebleed seats
And I´m so homesick, but I don´t know where I live
And I can´t make things make sense
And I don´t know how to give
I feel this room collapsing, I feel the long, cold night ahead
And I can hear you laughing when I´m driving all alone
Looking for home
In the tortured eyes of freeway
That point away from sight in the night
Oh babe fireflies in a line
Self-loathing isn´t sexy, but you still somehow get laid
And with nothing new to offer
Thank God my eyes stay double-paid
So I give arbitrary answers, but resent if you call them fake
Self-demeaning, self-infected
You said to get to paid
Me and her been stranger
Looks like my mother after my father
After me, after me, after me, after me
And I´m so homesick, but I don´t know where I live
And I can´t make things make sense
And I don´t know how to give
So I feel my heart collapsing
I feel the long, cold life ahead
And I can hear you laughing when I´m driving all alone
Looking for home