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Turn On Me- The Shins
You can fake it for a while, bite your tongue and smile, like every mother does her ugly child. But it starts to leaking out, like spittle from a cloud, amassed resentment pelting ounce and pound. You entertaining any doubts 'cause you had to know that I was fond of you. Fond of y-o-u. Though I knew you masked your disdain, I can see the change was just too hard for us. You always had to hold the reigns, but where I'm headed, you just don't know the way.
So affections fade away, or do adults just learn to play the most ridiculous, repulsive games? All our favorite ruddy sons and their double-barrelled guns. You'd better hurry rabbit, run, run, run. 'Cause mincing you is fun, and there's a lot of hungry hatters in this world set on taking over. But brittle thorny stems, they break before they bend, and neither one of us is one of them.
And the tears will never mend 'cause you had it in for me so long ago. I don't know why, and I don't care. Well, hardly anymore. If you'd only seen yourself hating me when I'd been so much more than fair. But then you'd have to lay those feelings bare. The one thing I know has still got you scared. Yeah, all that cold ire, and never once aired on a dare.
You had to know that I was fond of you. Fond of y-o-u. So I took your licks at the time. A change like that is just so hard to do, hard to do. Don't let it whip-crack your life. And I'll bow out from the fight. Those old pious sisters were right. The worst part is over. Now get back on that horse and ride. |