Can you help me find a remedy for this swollen heart?
She says it's just a side effect of all the alcohol.
"If you let me have my way, I swear I'd tear you apart."
She says I'm getting my aching organs mixed up,
and it's the liver that's in need of a detox.
****'s all out of context.
I told her to forget it.
"One of these mornings will be the loudest you'll hear,"
but my head's still ringing from the echo of ten years spent ignoring alarm clocks.
I can see the too-bright light at the end of the tunnel,
but I'm getting off at the next stop,
and I can keep hopping these cars ad infinitum.
"A long time ago, we used to be friends,"
but I've broken half-a-hundred promises since then,
and I'm in no condition to up and replant these seeds of doubt that my family tree dropped nearly three decades ago.
This ain't the song to end it on.
And these aren't the words either of us ever wanted to have to regret not saying,
but why can't you just say what you mean?
"We met one day in wet cement,"
and our swollen hearts have been slowly hardening ever since.
It's about a break-up, sort of.
Songs (and bands) listed in the order that they're quoted:
Me vs. Maradona vs. Elvis (Brand New)
The Story I Heard (Blind Pilot)
We Used To Be Friends (The Dandy Warhols (really?))
Wet Cement (The Morning Benders)