40 Mark Strasse

Is it all so very simple And horribly complex You're suffering the thimble And there's nothing coming next Your mom smokes in the kitchen Her voice a cutting drone They're creeping out, you pass the bar Your father's second home That leaves you on your own Nights I'd often watch you Float across the grounds Out the gate to the motorway What secrets have you found? You had to know I wanted Something from you then Too young to know just what it was Something more than a friend Is that you at the end Well, you play in the street at night You blow like a broken kite My girl, you're giving up the fight Are you gonna let these Americans Put another dent in your life? My mother says you're dirty They're gonna find you dead But have you got that final chapter Written in your head 'Cause every single story Is a story about love Both the overflowing cup And the painful lack thereof You got the heart of a dove But you play in the street at night You blow just like a broken kite My girl, you're giving up the fight You'll have to lose all them childish notions If you're gonna let these American boys Put another dent in your life You play in the street at night You blow just like a broken kite My girl, you're giving up the fight You'll have to lose all them childish notions Are you gonna let these Americans Put another dent in your life? --- 40 Mark Strasse - The Shins