SHIT CREEK ALWAYS LOOKED SO MUCH BETTER ON THE BROCHURE
well i kept you in my pocket, saved you for a rainy day
but you burned a hole right through it,
now it's too late - i can't make change
..i push my hand down deep but gravity has claimed
anything i could have ever saved for you
it's lost i must have dropped it, somewhere on the street
fallen on the pavement, rolled into the gutter
- or the cracks in between
..it'll be out of sight, unseen by me forever
my currency has rolled away, and so have you
(but that's how the story always goes, it's true)
well you've burned holes in my pockets,
made me wear holes in my shoes
you've burned a hole through my soul,
that i can't repair - i can't make new
..a likeness undiscovered, i search but it isn't there
and nothing tastes so sweet compared to you
(but there's no aftertaste as bitter, it's true)
and just like pieces to a puzzle, we fit together so perfectly
but it's one that i can't solve, so intangible - some intricate mystery
..always on time but not soon enough, i suppose
and there's never enough extra time for you
shit creek always looked so much, better on the brochue
and you always look so stunning, so beautiful at - 100 miles per hour
..you always fly right by, you'll find if you turn over the road map
it's twice as small in scale, and we get fooled
(the calandar is fucking the atlas, it's true)
so come into my playhouse, we'll play house, and be a family
we'll make up names, and be happy and unproblematic - faking an identity
..everybody knows me, but i wish that they'd forget
this pretending is the worst thing that we can do
(but it's easier for us than being alone, it's true)
well you told me that all of this would put itself together;
and we'd find a legible calendar, and the legend for this map,
and you told on the phone that night, you'd come visit my playhouse;
if we pretend everything's fine for a while, it wont be so empty and drab
well you told me that everything would fall right into place;
and we'd collect all the missing pieces of the puzzle in the end
you told me on the phone that night, if i ever feel i have to break;
all i'd have to do is bend..
