Could you fight the load of flurries
Eking through the pines?
Could you fight the load of flurries
Clogging up my nose
Telling me it's springtime?
I never was a dangerous kind of man
I've been sewn into a million kind of men
Falsified the records here I am
Here I am.
Could you fight the load of dickheads
Stumbling through the bar?
Could you fight the load of dickheads
Drumming up a scene
Making sure you know who they are?
This state of disarray, it has a name
I know it when I see it, it has a name
And if these men could make their way out to the tree, they'd see
What's ingrained
Right above the door
From many men before
"Could you park your boat right here?
I don't want anyone else to know you were here
And I told you so."
"So is this what money buys
An elaborate suburban disguise?"
"I guess
In each step, I lose a bit of myself
A shoulder's a shoulder and help is help
And I know I'm not the same
So let's talk memories
You won't stay for one day?."