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gone for good


untie me, i've said no vows
the train is getting way too loud
i gotta leave here my girl
get on with my lonely life

just leave the ring on the rail
for the wheels to nullify

until this turn in my head
i let you stay and you paid no rent
i spent twelve long months on the lam

that's enough sitting on the fence
for the fear of breaking dams

i'd find a fatal flaw
in the logic of love
and go out of my head

you love a sinking stone
that'll never elope
so get used to the lonesome
girl, you must atone some
don't leave me no phone number there
la dee da

it took me all of a year
to put the poison pill to your ear
but now i stand on honest ground, on honest ground

you want to fight for this love
but honey you cannot wrestle a dove
so baby it's clear

you want to jump and dance
but you sat on your hands
and lost your only chance

go back to your hometown
get your feet on the ground
and stop floating around

i found a fatal flaw
in the logic of love
and went out of my head

you love a sinking stone
that'll never elope
so get used to used to the lonesome
girl, you must atone some
don't leave me no phone number there
la dee da

when you notice the stripes

gold teeth and a curse for this town
were all in my mouth
only i don't know how
they got out, dear

turn me back into the pet
i was when we met
i was happier then
with no mind set

and if you took to me like
a gull takes to the wind
well i'd a' jumped
from my trees and
i'd a' danced like the king of the eyesores
and the rest of our lives would a' fare well

new slang when you notice the stripes
the dirt in your fries
hope it's right when you die
old and bony

dawn breaks like a bull through the hall
never should've called
but my head's to the wall and i'm lonely

and if you took to me like
a gull takes to the wind
well i'd a' jumped
from my trees and
i'd a' danced like the king of the eyesores
and the rest of our lives would a' fare well

god speed all the bakers at dawn
may they all cut their thumbs
and bleed into their buns
'till they melt away

i'm looking in on the good life
i might be doomed never to find
without a trust, or flaming fields
am i too dumb to refine?

and if you took to me like a'
i'd a' danced like the queen of the eyesores
and the rest of our lives would a' fare well

girl inform me

girl inform me all my senses warn me
your clever eyes could easily disguise
some backwards purpose
it's enough to make me nervous
do you harbor sighs, or spit in my eye

but your lips when we speak
are the valleys and peaks of a mountain range on fire
so let me walk these coals till you believe
i can cut the mustard well enough
cause you know as soon as breathe we scrutinize

unknown quotients, you must be using potions
how else could you tie my head to the sky
this new convection has left me wondering why
i can't concern myself with ordinary tripe

like what's this morning's paper got to say
and which brand of coffee to make
this is no umbrella to take into the wind
and before we begin is there nothing to kill this anxiety

but your lips when we speak
are the valleys and peaks of a mountain range on fire
so let me walk these coals till you believe
i can cut the mustard well enough
cause you know as soon as breathe we scrutinize
the paint away

one by one all day

"howdy, lem," my grandpa said with his eyes closed
wiping the eastbound dust from his sunburned brow
a life before doubt

i smell the engine grease and mint the wind is blending
under the moan of rotting elm in the silo floor

down a hill of pine tree quills we made our way
to the bottom and the ferns where thick moss grows
beside a stream

under the rocks are snails and we can fill our pockets
and let them go one by one all day in a brand new place

you were no ordinary drain on her defenses
and she was no ordinary girl
oh, inverted world
if every moment of our lives
were cradled softly in the hands of some strange and gentle child
i'd not roll my eyes so