Plea From A Cat Named Virtute Lyrics - Polaroid Picture - Frank Turner

Why don't you ever wanna play? 

I'm tired of this piece of string 

You sleep as much as I do now 

And you don't eat much of anything 

I don't know who you're talking to 

I made a search through every room 

But all I found was dust that moved 

In shadows of the afternoon 

So listen, all those bitter songs you sing 

They're not helping anything 

They won't make you strong 

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So we should open up the house 

Invite the Tabby two doors down 

You could ask your sister if 

She doesn't bring her basset hound 

We'll ask for things we shouldn't miss 

For tape hiss and the modern man 

For the Cold War and card catalogues 

To come and save us if they can. 

Girly drinks and parlor games 

We'll pass around the easy lie 

Of absolutely no regrets 

And later maybe we could try 

To let our losses dangle off 

The sharp edge of a century 

We'll talk about the weather or 

How the weather use to be 

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And I'll cater, with all the birds that I can kill 

Let their tiny feathers fill disappointment 

Lie down 

Lick the sorrow from your skin 

Scratch the terror and begin 

To believe you're strong 

All you ever want to do is drink and watch TV 

And frankly that thing doesn't really interest me 

I swear I'm gonna to bite you hard 

And taste your tinny blood 

If you don't stop the self-defeating lies you've been repeating 

Since the day that you brought me home 

I know you're strong