La Dispute - For Mayor in Splitsville lyrics
[La Dispute - For Mayor in Splitsville lyrics]
Funny what you think of after a collapse
While lying in the dirt the
First thing that comes
Back is never quite what you’d have guessed
And if you could have
You probably would’ve said you’d check if all
Your limbs were intact still and
Then try to get out
We played house with the
Neighbors in their basement
Sister made me husband she was older
So I did her bidding
I remember once their dad came in said
"You think this is bad?
You don’t know the half" And he laughed
It’s funny what things come back
The first things you see
How he sort of smiled like it’s only
A joke but he was lying
There was something else inside of his eyes
All those secrets people tell
To little children
Are warnings that they give them
Like, "Look, I’m unhappy please
Don’t make the same mistake as me"
Why are those old worn out jokes on married
Life told at toasts at receptions still?
How does it never occur how often couples
Get burned and end uncertain in Split'sville?
Funny what you think of in the wreckage
Lying there in the dirt and
The dust and the glass
How you’re suddenly somewhere, in the
Desert, in the nighttime
And it’s getting close to Christmas
And then her and that movie voice
She uses when she reads
"Welcome to the Land of Enchantment"
From a highway sign
And it’s late so you take the next exit
When that trip ended we came back the
Rent was due I was jobless
I guess in retrospect I
Should’ve sensed decay
Then that day, how you said
"I just don’t know" and I promised
We’d rearrange things to fix the
Mess I’d made here
But, I guess in the end
We just moved furniture around
But, I guess in the end
We just moved furniture around
But, I guess in the end
We just moved furniture around
But, I guess in the end it sort of feels like
Every day it’s harder to stay
Happy where you are
There are all these ways to look through
The fence into your neighbor’s yard
Why even risk it? It’s safer to stay distant
When it’s so hard now to just be content
Because there’s always something else
Now I’m proposing my own toast
Composing my own joke for those married men
Maybe I’m miserable
I’d rather run for mayor in Split'sville
Than suffer your jokes again
While lying in the dirt the
First thing that comes
Back is never quite what you’d have guessed
And if you could have
You probably would’ve said you’d check if all
Your limbs were intact still and
Then try to get out
We played house with the
Neighbors in their basement
Sister made me husband she was older
So I did her bidding
I remember once their dad came in said
"You think this is bad?
You don’t know the half" And he laughed
It’s funny what things come back
The first things you see
How he sort of smiled like it’s only
A joke but he was lying
There was something else inside of his eyes
All those secrets people tell
To little children
Are warnings that they give them
Like, "Look, I’m unhappy please
Don’t make the same mistake as me"
Why are those old worn out jokes on married
Life told at toasts at receptions still?
How does it never occur how often couples
Get burned and end uncertain in Split'sville?
Funny what you think of in the wreckage
Lying there in the dirt and
The dust and the glass
How you’re suddenly somewhere, in the
Desert, in the nighttime
And it’s getting close to Christmas
And then her and that movie voice
She uses when she reads
"Welcome to the Land of Enchantment"
From a highway sign
And it’s late so you take the next exit
When that trip ended we came back the
Rent was due I was jobless
I guess in retrospect I
Should’ve sensed decay
Then that day, how you said
"I just don’t know" and I promised
We’d rearrange things to fix the
Mess I’d made here
But, I guess in the end
We just moved furniture around
But, I guess in the end
We just moved furniture around
But, I guess in the end
We just moved furniture around
But, I guess in the end it sort of feels like
Every day it’s harder to stay
Happy where you are
There are all these ways to look through
The fence into your neighbor’s yard
Why even risk it? It’s safer to stay distant
When it’s so hard now to just be content
Because there’s always something else
Now I’m proposing my own toast
Composing my own joke for those married men
Maybe I’m miserable
I’d rather run for mayor in Split'sville
Than suffer your jokes again