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Stiff Little Cars
Two Saturdays
and it was a bullet of a break up
We were sullen lovers
not boring
not spectacular
Under a rusty tressel
in the city of Chicago
there lies the doom
of two magnificent lovers
And when the metal is swinging
and the precious echoes
of children cry
we'll watch these stiff little cars
roll by
We could hear the couple fighting
through the crack of their window
Glad that it's not us
struggling to find tomorrow.
And here today
your broken lace on your sluggish boot
lies entwined on the sidewalk
Behind closed doors
I fell for you
and my hair fell loose
We were mangled warriors
searching through the grass
for the top of the hill
For far too long
we've been dancing
on our toes
in the moonlight
shrinking
with guilt
We are
them
The bottom of the barrel few
Our hearts upstairs
kept
and buzzing
like a neon light
See us
like a ghost
rolling by
on top of the river
