Avoiding Catatonic Surrender 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, but I can't stand being gone My ears ring when it's quiet and I ain't hear a thing all day And I'd call if I could but right now I ain't got nothing to say
And so on And so long Can't keep singing these songs Too long So on
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 without it, Lord, I should have kept my eyes closed I left for work directly then for a fifteen 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
And so on And so long
Can't keep singing these songs 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 the best and the worst, verse chorus, verse chorus, bridge, repeat
And so on 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 And so on So on