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
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 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