Avoiding Catatonic Surrender

(Fucking hate this song)

(Pain in my ass)

It's lonely in the Garden State, the place of no left turns

In a Motel 6 in East Brunswick, smoking 'till my lungs burn

I put ice in the trash can to cool down my beer

Breathe in the perfume in the room of the person last here

I can't stand this singing, I can't stand this song

I can't stand being home, lord, I can't stand being gone

My ears ring when it's quiet, ain't heard a thing all day

And I'd call if I could but right now I ain't got nothing to say

So on

So long

Can't keep singing these songs

Too long

So on

(Come full circle)

First night we met we fucked on the couch in my living room

And spent the morning pretending it didn't happen, searching for your lost phone

Which I found between the cushions, below a pile of our clothes

You said you couldn't leave with out it, lord, I should have kept my eyes closed

I left for work directly then for a 15 hour day

Made just over a hundred bucks, none of which I ever saved

Didn't hear too much from you before, never heard from you again

'Cause as soon as this shit starts, boy it's, it's bound to end

So on

So long

Can't keep singing these songs

For too long

And so on

I throw empty beer cans at the TV when I'm watching the news

I hate republicans, I hate democrats, I hate liberals too

I think pacifists are weak and violence is wrong

But I go limp for police and I fight when it's called for

The truth is I don't know or care with who or where I fit in at all

But I keep on living simple, riding fast and living slow

I write standard boring songs with boring standard chords

Just like best and worst, verse, chorus, verse, chorus, bridge, repeat

And so on

And so long

Can't keep singing these songs

Too long

And so on

And so on

And so long

I can't keep singing these songs

Too long

So on