The Celibate Life

The dust from a four-day affair is now landing All over the floor and your brown legs The gold plated legs of my rival Whose eyes have no reason to fall You've led a celibate life No skirt while chemicals danced on your head You stole the keys to this ride and your fables are falling tonight Because of your struggle to make them Their taste for your past time is fading Remember the girls in the middle are always the first to fall off You've learned to live like a mouse Searching the cracks in the floor to remember All of the dregs in the crowd you barely recall You've led a celibate life No skirt while chemicals danced on your head You stole the keys to this ride and you're falling tonight --- The Celibate Life - The Shins