[Originally by Regina Spektor] A man walks out of his apartment, It is raining, he's got no umbrella He starts running beneath the awnings, Trying to
Let's save our arms, knives, tanks and guns. Let's put them in the shed until we fight a war not based on assumption. Let's save our bombs and set our
. You show up early and your boss always shows up late. "Later, suckers," you'll say. And your friends with their brains say that you cannot go back. If you move on your music
I bought a couch and a grill and a table with chairs, paid for gas, like, the whole way down here, electric n' cable, a shelf n' end table, almost
I came in from the storm and the television's on. Celebrities enact fictionalized tales. How could my boring life compete? I thought about the drugs,
We got knocked off the horse and we can't get back up. We can try to change but we've still got our bills that we gotta pay. And the payments stay the
better things to do than read other countries' papers because you silence our reporters while you're killing just to keep our rights supposedly. We found no bombs
I don't love you anymore. No this isn't some mistake. For the past two months I've just been getting drunk and watching Lost and then getting even drunker
I brought a guitar. I brought a handful of credit cards. I filled a van and a trailer up to the top with shit that I'll probably never use. I took 95
No matter where you go to you can still sit on a couch. You can still sleep 'til it's dark outside. You can still just hang around. You can still not
you but I just need something to do. Or else I'll just think about the shows I've played while forgetting all traces of the people, the places, the music
A roof in Greenpoint and a keg of shitty beer. I can't believe anyone came to watch me disappear. Drunk but without wistfulness. Smiles instead of tears
Full speed along the North Oconee River. I can feel it in my forehead and while that always fails, my lungs are getting clearer. I see trucks racing by
Got a lot of shit on my head. You know we got to pull it together 'cause it's not gonna stop until we're dead. You know we got to pull it together 'cause
Remember when we danced at shows, before we all stood in the back? We sang guilty pleasures so damn loud our lungs were sore. Competition can't compete
Tuck the phone in the crack of my sheets, ?cause I?m not getting up today. Television down, turn the clock around ?cause you?re not getting up today.
I got seven gallons in my tank. That's enough to get me back to Queens so I can write this song. I got $300. I can pay rent this month. Oh my god! It
I went to about five funerals this year And I felt so empty that I couldn't even shed a tear. I felt so fucking selfish, all I thought about was me And