Well I'm lost
I'm afraid
Rope tied down a leaky boat to the roof of a car on a road in the dark
And it's snowing if I'm more than it means less last call for happiness
I'm your dress near the back of your knees and your slip is showing
I'm a float in a summer parade up the street in the town that you were born in
With the girl at the top wearing tool and a Miss somewhere sash
Waving like the queen well beauty's just another word
I'm never certain how to spell go tell the nurse to turn the tv back on
And throw away my misery it never meant that much to me it never sent a get well card
And I broke like a bad joke somebody's uncle told at a wedding reception in 1972
Where a little boy under a table with cake in his hair
Stared at the grown-ups feet as they danced and swayed
And his father laughed and talked on the long ride home
And his mother laughed and talked on the long ride home
And he thought about how everyone dies someday
And when tomorrow gets here where will yesterday be
And fell asleep in his brand new winter coat
Buy me a shiny new machine
That runs on lies and gasoline And all those batteries we stole from smoke alarms
And disassembles my despair
Never took me anywhere It never once bought me a drink
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Reconstruction Site Lyrics

Weakerthans – Reconstruction Site Lyrics