The Hold Steady - Sixers lyrics

She got a sixer from the
Store down the street
Stayed up watching basketball replays
There's a reason that she can't go to sleep
And it's got nothing to do with LeBron James

Has to do with a chemical reaction
Stimulated synapses
The snapping and the crackling
The doctor gave her something
To focus her attention
She's got a six month supply in
The cupboard in the kitchen

Upstairs she hears footsteps
And she has an idea

He's home late from some
Dinner and some drinks
Another Friday with thе suit's
In the steakhouse


Assеt management's as thrilling
As you'd think but they pay him pretty well
Now he's renting out the penthouse

Hasn't met the neighbors
He's new to the building
So he's a little bit surprised
When he notices the knocking
When he opens up the door it's
The girl that lives beneath him
She said I know it's pretty late
And I hope that you weren't sleeping

She says she thought she heard footsteps
And she had an idea

He'd seen her at the mailbox
Made a little small talk
Now she's here in his entrance
Shaking up the bottle like
She's playing the maracas
Says she's high and she's restless
He puts something on the stereo
It sounds like it's Sinatra
She thinks that seems a bit square
But there's things you overlook when you're
Getting with the guy upstairs

She opens up the bottle and
Starts pouring out the pills
Crush it on the counter being
Careful not to spill
He starts mixing drinks, measuring the gin
Getting down the glassware, muddling the mint
They talk about their work and
Where they went to school
How the city's kind of changed
How it used to be so cool
It's hard to make friends when
Your job is so demanding they start dancing

Sunrise into sundown sending out for takeout
Sharing inside jokes now
Finally tries to kiss her and she
Says that it's not like that
Now he wished he wouldn't have done that
'Cause everything is awkward
And the conversation slows
She cleans off the countertop
And says that she should probably go

She'd seen him at the mailbox
Flipping through the mail drop
She wasn't sure how to start it
Spent the lost weekend trying to
Find a small connection
At least she got to see his apartment
A Nagel poster in the silver frame
She thought that seemed kind of lame
She wakes up late for work with
The sniffles and the spiraling shame

Later in the fall when sees
Him in the hallway
She makes a point to be friendly
He's standing with some baby that
He's calling his fiancée
Her name is either Kelly or Katie
She's glad they found each other
The wedding's next September
She's planning her own party tonight
Crushing up pills at home
Watching basketball highlights

She thinks she hears footsteps
But now they're not really there