and we were done, done, done with all the fuck, fuck, fucking around. you were so true to yourself. you were true to no one else. well i should put you in the ground. i've got the time, i got the hours, i got the weeks. i could say to myself i've got the words but i can't speak. well i was done, done, done with all the circ, circ, circling round. i didn't die and i ain't complainin. i ain't blamin you. i didn't know that the words you said to me meant more to me than they ever could you? i didn't lie and i ain't sayin' i told the whole truth. i didn't know that this game we were playin ever had a set of rules.|...|and we were laughing at the stars with our feet clung tight to the ground. so pleased with ourselves for using so many verbs and nouns. but we were all still just dumb, dumb, dumber than the dirt, dirt, dirt on the ground. well wings on flames, kings with no names, well this place just ain't right air right now. you were so all over town, but still crayola brown. well you should run round yourself right now. and we were done, done, done, with all the fuck, fuck, fucking around. circlin round.
black cadillacs | modest mouse
