Weakerthans lyrics reconstruction site lyrics

I'm lost. I'm afraid. A frayed rope tying down a leaky boat to

the roof of a car on the road in the dark, and it's snowing. If

I'm more, then it means less. Last call for happiness. I'm

your dress near the back of your knees and your slip is

showing. I'm afloat. A float in a summer parade, up the street

in the town that you were born in. With a girl at the top

wearing tulle, and a Miss Somewhere sash, waving like the

queen. 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. 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-up 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. It never took me anywhere. It

never once bought me a drink.