• Float On
  • Dashboard
  • The World at Large
  • Ocean Breathes Salty
  • The View
  • Bukowski
  • Missed the Boat
  • Bury Me With It
  • The Good Times Are Killing Me
  • Fire It Up
  • Satin in a Coffin
  • One Chance
  • Dance Hall
  • Black Cadillacs
  • Blame It On The Tetons
  • 3rd Planet
  • Gravity Rides Everything
  • March Into the Sea
  • Paper Thin Walls
  • Little Motel
  • This Devil's Workday
  • Florida
  • Interlude (Milo)
  • We've Got Everything
  • Parting of the Sensory
  • Dark Center of the Universe
  • Education
  • People as Places as People
  • Fly Trapped in a Jar
  • I Came as a Rat
  • Spitting Venom
  • Wild Packs of Family Dogs
  • A Different City
  • Dramamine
  • Alone Down There
  • Perfect Disguise
  • Steam Engenius
  • Tiny Cities Made of Ashes
  • Invisible
  • The Cold Part
  • Lives
  • The Stars Are Projectors
  • What People Are Made Of
  • Life Like Weeds
  • Heart Cooks Brain
  • Trailer Trash
  • Doin' the Cockroach
  • Lampshades on Fire
  • Bankrupt on Selling
  • Polar Opposites

And it's true we named our children after towns
That we've never been to and it's true
That the clouds just hung around
Like black Cadillacs outside a funeral

And we we're done, done, done
With all the fuck, fuck, fuckin' around

You were so true to yourself
You were true to no one else
Well I should put you in the ground
I've got the time, I got the hours
I got the days, I got the weeks
I could say to myself
I've got the words but I can't speak

Well, I was done, done, done
With all the circ-circ-circlin' round

I didn't die and I ain't complainin' I ain't blamin' you
I didn't know that the words you said to me
Meant more to me than they ever could you
I didn't lie and I ain't sayin' I told the whole truth
I didn't know that this game
We were playin' even had a set of rules

We named our children after towns
That we've never been to and it's true
That the clouds hung around
Like black Cadillacs outside a funeral

We were laughing at the stars
While our feet clung tight to the ground
So pleased with ourselves for using
So many verbs and nouns

But we were all still just dumb, dumb, dumber
Than the dirt, dirt, dirt on the ground

Well wings on flames, kings with no names
Well this place just ain't got right air right now
You were so all over town but still so Crayola brown
Well you should run 'round yourself right now

And we were done, done, done
With all the fuck, fuck, fuckin' around circlin' round
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