You said you'd keep me honest, but I wont call you on it

Muss.
Kulls.



We take sour sips from life's lush lips
And we shake, shake, shake the hips in relationships
Stop by this disaster town
You'll put your eyes to the sun and say,
"I know you're only blinding to keep back what the clouds are hiding"
And we might have started singing just a little soon
We're throwing stones in a glass room.

oh we're so miserable and stunning
love songs so genuinely cunning

We keep the beat with your blistered feet
We bullet the words at the mockingbirds singing
Slept through the weekend, and dreamed
We're just sinking with the melody of the kiss of eternity
Got postcards from my former self saying "how you been?"
We might of signaled fire just a little soon
Our beliefs of kissing beats over this room

oh we're so miserable and stunning
oh love songs so genuinely cunning

It was ice cream headaches and sweet avalanche
When the pearls in our shells came out to dance
You call me a bad tipper of the cradle
But I’m just tired yawns for fawns on hunter’s lawns
We’re the has-beens of husbands
Sharpening the knives of young wives
Take two years and call me when you're better
Take teardrops of mine, find yourself wetter.




It's "The Carpal Tunnel of Love"




-------Scottie: all the sentimental memories you own, when they say grow up it's just like a funeral. and it feels like (it feels like) you're lost.