Letras: Kevin Devine. Funerals and Carnivals.

In a fucking daydream,
this is what she said to me

She said, "You're like a funeral and I'm like a carnival.
I guess that's why we get along so well.
But it's also why we hate ourselves."

Yeah, it's also why we hate ourselves.

Well, it looks like we're finished now
And that makes me sad, but not enough to fold up and bow out.
You're one less song to get excited about,
but you're one less root tyin' me to rot in the ground.
I just hope the rest of you will stick around
cuz i put all of this work in and I'm not about to let you down

On a blistered tree top,
these are the first words that I coughed up.
I said, "You're living the high ground, an idealized ghost town,
a masochist fable where you can't let your guard down.
It eats you alive.
for me, that's what counts."

Yeah, it eats you alive
and for me that's what counts

Well, it looks like you're quittin' now.
And that makes me sad, but not enough to fold up and bow out
You're one less song to get excited about,
but you're one less root tyin' me to rot in the ground.
I just hope the rest of you will stick around
cuz I put all of this work in and I'm not about to let you down

I like to think it's funny, but I never really know when you're kidding
I like to think it's funny, but I never really know when you're kidding
I like to think it's funny, but I never, never know when you're kidding

I'm a steep in the climb
this is the message alive in my mind
"You regret what gets past you, as long as you have to.
Pretty soon it's all you know how to do."
I just hope that's not what happens to you.
And I just hope that's not what happens to you...