Bed Bugs Lyrics - All Are Saved - Fred Thomas

Let's stop and talk on a slow street 

Your guy is cross-eyed and muttering 

Looks at me like "now who the fuck is he?" 

And I tell you man I wish that I knew 

Trash scavenged mattress and a stuffed bear 

Bed Bugs crawl through your lovers hair 

You got that thousand yard stare 

I get itchy just from talking to you 

Drained hopes sinking with the Argos son 

Floating out on the freshman year beer run 

It's so hard to have fun 

but there used to be a way to get through 

All your amazed days fade 

But all of the damn dogs, they think that they've got it made 

And no matter what you say, 

You know that you are going to do it anyway, do it anyway, do it anyway 

Knuckle tattoo says "I hate to live 

On another dickhead who assures me that I'm just too sensitive" 

You can't tell everybody to fuck off forever 

Then be mortified when they finally do 

You had a textbook breakthrough on a shaky plane 

Seated next to kid hyperventilating 

She's so embarrassed by her dad's use of slang 

And nobody ever gets to feel cool 

And these days I'm only saying something if I'm swaying 

That's the only time it doesn't feel like I'm explaining 

So if you see me and I seem to entertaining 

I'm not singing I'm just talking to you 

But you don't want a funeral unless everybody comes 

And you don't want a kiss unless you're adequately numb 

And you don't want to speak not even to say goodbye 

And you don't want to share how you're in shadows all the time 

And you don't want to think about the people that you knew 

They're a tug on your sleeve, they're an embarrassment to you 

Just some bones in the sun, just a decomposing rind 

Just a sitcom that aired before you even were alive 

Your friends are full-length mirrors that you pull out of the garbage 

Or orange juice soaked cotton balls to convince you, you aren't starving 

You need somebody to fuck, someone to call when you get down 

And some people to make wonder why they even stick around 

And now you don't want to drink, you say it feels the same as water 

And you don't actually even like me, I just subconsciously remind you of your father 

And his flannel shirts that smelled liked cigarettes and rain 

And a catalogue of things you wished never had to change 

But it's never been quite like it was when you were a kid 

Puffy eyes, play fight, bug bites, jiff peanut butter, cinnamon toast crunch 

Strawberry allergy, bee stings 

All of the people are asleep 

But tomorrow the punks and the cops will both have to eat 

And whatever those people say 

You know that you have got to do it anyway, do it anyway, do it anyway