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The Foreign Inadequacy Project was just six months behindand The League of Divorced Daughters were getting highin The Empty Room at the top of the stairsAnd I've been telling myself this is the year I'm going to have to tryto smoke out my impuritiesand just fry my insidesYeah, and hey you, Backseat Loverspromise me you'll take care of each otherit's a rough world you're living out there'Cause Cheap Love Martyrs are lamented but forgottenIs it a net or a noose that you're looking for?The cellar door of the seventh floor?A lonesome twin bed or Dad with a stroller?The Glass Club met four times a dayand I tried to teach myself how to lie,to Cooper-off, to smile, to sleep in my carand re-learn how to ride my bikeUntil the uneasy truce between The Parents Coalition and the Pink Cup Connectionwas broken when The King of Uncomfortable cameand drank everythingand that was meLetras de cancionesAnd they say, Hey man, I meanyou should just try to take it easyIn a crowded room or out to sea, you'll succeedYeah, but anymore it comes down to a question of companyA shadow or a ghost I can stabilize?Her inviting neck or your vacant thighs?Did I cross The State Line or did I just step outside?I woke up when I sobered up and spent the morning thinking of youwith your trash bin full of wedding cakesand ceiling of "Feel Better" balloonsAnd I thought of The Romantic brooding in his white-washed roompissing his last best years awayon a Steel Mill Girl who's the permanent symbol of theone thing he wishes he could changeSo shitLet's get dressed upso we can go out and get fucked up'Cause if I can still see straight I'm just wasting my timeStraight through the atmosphere or to my backyard?Did I sleep with you or did I just dreamthat that morning wasn't one more excuse for you to leave?A ruse, a mistake, a delusion, a guise?'Til her whisper: Treat me like dirt tonightNow the invisible war with the past, now and future meI should have done somethingbut all I ever did was sit around and watch everyone doing nothing From Letras Mania