Lyrics
(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
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
