Nice When I Want Something

Spending nights on carpets
 Like the new La Brea tar pits
 Fell from grace with those who say who gets into bed
 Counting foreign hours
 Here like Francis Gary Powers
 Trying to face the charges with the face of regret
 And build new wealth systems based on cigarettes
 I'm polite when crumbling
 And I'm nice when I want something
 I don't make a move before I know who would see
 Pull my leash up tightly
 Get upset with me so rightly
 Something here is wrong, I'm all for saying it's me
 I'm all for looking nice for company
 We don't smoke
 We don't even smoke
 There isn't even a haze of good excuses in the room
 We don't die
 We don't even die
 We let Osiris in Egypt drag our suitcase through the gloom
 We don't think this frozen
 Spite is what we would have chosen
 Circumstances pulled us from our nature as friends
 But this is home, this is where we spend weekends