Kind Of Like Spitting - Two Violins, Which Are Meant To Represent The Forest Lyrics
Nowhere you'd rather be than fifteen blocks awayTonight you're embracing it, tomorrow, who's to sayDeem love unconditional but the real world don't work that wayWhen we examine it, we don't know what to sayShe tells her roommates not, not to take your callsThe severed heads line the bed, their names all burnt in the wallIt's just not cool to act like it's a big dealShe tells her roommates not to take your callYou hear her telling them from the hallSloppy kids get drunk and drive their carsLike Big Wheels, it's no big deal, it's no big dealWe create images to make our lives seem prettyWe stumble through our rooms in search of a life worth livingBut what good does image do when we're tired and unforgiving?The books you've read next to your bed, the words all roll in your mouthEven if you could say just what you meant do you think you could work it out?She tells her roommates not to take your callYou hear her telling them from the hallYou hang up slow scared as hellShe's not kidding, this is realNowhere you'd rather be than tied to a line to herTonight you'll try again, as for tomorrow, you're not sure