A Toast

A Toast

Lawrence Arms (The)
(album: Ghost Stories)

you tell me that ya wanna go to heaven
but you run around acting like you´re gonna live forever.
you tell me that you´re going through hell
but you´re puttin´ others through it.
you say that i smell like i haven´t had a shower in 23 days.
like an unbalanced beer can two minutes too late.
a look like a stale face from a fresh grave with
a chip on my shoulder and an eye full of rage.
ca you taste that tbeer with your back to the bar.
can you smell a cigarette without letting down your guard?
ten cans, 4 a.m. friends, the sad thing is that you´.vre always been like this.
moaning in a bed shaped like a hearse.
believe the lies that you tell yourself (and it´ll never get worse)
you tell me that my problem is thinking
but i can chase it away with a problem like drinking
(chris doing a sean nader-esque scream)
you tell me you don´t wanna get old
but you´ve got a party on the line and a grave on hold.
like a drunk operator, like a game of roulette,
like a martini balanced on a whiffle ball bat,
when a hard wind blows it´s gonna fall down.
when the wind blows there´ll be broken glass all around,
like a bright shiny apple with a worm inside.
believe the lies that you tell yourself. this is the only way to die .....