Lyrics
Westward I ran couldn't let it be pleasant
I'd rather be drunk than start to resent you
Paralyzed and tingling at the movement of my reflection
Angles of the doorways heart nearly stops at the mention
Of the hills and your curvature
Breathless rants and the curling iron
Margaret there's only barbs and books to bind
Attach the jewels of the crown to the crest of the anchor
If this should be prologue do not commit it to paper
Or if we get where the waiter is going
Where ladies of the lake linger on the edges of the ocean
If you could never love me could I ever love me?
Depending on the distance for ambiguity
I wouldn't want to do this if you weren't next to me
Which is why I'm sorry Margaret but it's easier if I leave
Hey Chelsea!
Let's go steady you'll never have to sneak in again
All my things would be your things
I could just buy them back from the pawn shop
Before you awoke and remembered stealing
Hey Chelsea!
You were never my enemy but damn if I didn't want you to be
All my things are your things
I pretended to be sleeping
When I heard you and the swingers struggle to lift the TV