Returns And Exchanges Lyrics - Cursive

This is like pulling teeth 

Said the man with the gap-toothed smile 

Upon decline. 

So the silence seeped into 

An impatient line 

Of returns and exchanges 

And the silence brewed 

Like a storm 

As they brooded over their misfortunes... 

Some things you can't take 

We're all ashamed 

We share a common weakness: 

We're all afraid 

Of a pointless existence. 

Still the silence grows, 

A crushed no, deafening 

Stillness, sometimes you just can't speak 

Or much less repeat 

To your lover 

Or your mirror. 

Cause such simple words 

Can leave us crushed 

As we deny that life is one big mistake