Cursive Retirement Lyrics

Retirement Lyrics

Our mistakes are scrawled upon the chalkboard 

They're scribed across
stained glass 

They're posted on the billboards 

A lackluster charade


And are we so naive to concede these forefathers? 

Apparently we are




Well, apparently it's true 

There's no slot machines past the
pearly gates 

Why do we kid ourselves? 

We grow old and wise 

We
just lose our minds 



The dinner is a hit 

The guests are full of
spirits 

They gather around the husband 

He's versed in party tricks


The wife is in the bedroom 

Smearing her makeup, makeup, make it up


But she's got a lover on the side 

Motels, cheap wine 

She says
"You can't base love off the pity fuck, 

 unless they've got a lot of
money." 



'Cause it's the games that we play 

'Cause we need to
exist 

We're not humans, we're citizens 

It's the one on the ground


With his hands on his heart 

It's the cleavage of division 

It's
all jagged and jaded 

But it suits us 

We just fake it through