On Tour With Zykos

He gets close, but I choke Take your shit Take your clothes and get out of my home Well I want to love me, or I want you long gone You say your real name is John Hey thanks John, go sing songs Go rock on Roll your crew on down the road to the next sold out show Think you can get up above me Well I want you to know You're a figure of fun to everyone beneath lone-star neon blue broken sign They wish they were you, like I wish you were mine What a dumb thing to do How come I shout "goodbye" when god knows I just want to Make this white lie big enough to climb inside with you Another day lost and gone Clipping pages from the news for the senators son Well he just strolls through the lobby and glad hands everyone Another day tossed and done I go home take off clothes Smoke a bowl Watch a whole TV movie I was supposed to be writing the most beautiful poems And completely revealing Divine mysteries up close I can't say that I'm feeling that much at all Twenty seven years old I am discussed with desire by the guys who conspire at the only Decent bar in town And they drink MGD's And they wish they had me like I wish I had fire What a sad way to be What a girl who got tired So I wonder who you got your hooks in tonight Was she happy to be hooked? And on your arm did she feel alive? Her head alright? --- On Tour with Zykos - Okkervil River