Enamel

Here's another song with the four oldest chords in history I guess I lost all ambition turning left on Missouri I could have made it better, but the feelings just aren't there My heart is cold and black, but I just don't think I care So here's to me saying "fare-thee-well" And when you hear this song I hope it hurts like hell Enamel is stretched too thin You're beautiful, but not beneath your skin Enamel, like insect shells So hollow, like your wedding bells The phone lines down in mexico are slow and maybe tired I think all your devotion, got lost inside the wires Well I hope you cannot sleep, and I hope you cannot smile And I hope that you are burdened with your guilt for quite a while I hope you fall in love but I hope your plans are thwarted And I hope that now you're back it's because you were deported --- Enamel - Brave Saint Saturn