Well you shouldn't doctor yourself. Well I pictured somebody else. Someone who looks like what I look like. Would you say that the one of your dreams.
(Elliott Smith). . Drink up, baby. Stay up all night. Things you could do. You won't but you might. . The potential you'll be. You'll never see. Promises you'll only make.
You dress so formal like you don't even know. Whatcha got underneath it. Your straight-laced morals are just for show. Cause I know thatcha need it. I got you in my sites.
You slept in your overalls. After the wrecking ball. Bereft you of house and home. And left you with sweet fuck all. . So we got in your car. With our kickabout hearts.
Learned how to rap as a little boy. Took a lot of crap as a little boy. Always had to fight back as a little boy. Always under attack as a little boy.
You got a choke chain made out of nightrain. To keep your memory down in quicksand from the main man. To gel everything out, always out on a joyride. Lay it out from insides, always at a dead stall.
Someone's always coming around here. Trailing some new kill. Says "I've seen your picture on a. Hundred-dollar bill". What's a game of chance to you,.
Her hand on his arm is that charm around her neck. Strung out again, call in some friends trying to cash a check. 'Cause I've been dumb that's what you've come to expect.