Lawrence Arms Eighteen Inches Lyrics

Eighteen Inches Lyrics

face down on the ground. stormclouds lie in white snowpiles all around. i don't
know if i can make it throughone more winter in this town. voted worst in show
the last two years. i got a refill on my tears-another bottle of foam yellowed
clear. the old man twitching on the train reminds us of mortalitly, the snow
everywhre reminds us of the rain. and my burned and brittle skin, cracked and
blistered in the wind is testament to repetition as the impossible happens
again. q: so, what's your new years revolution? a: take off those ten unsightly
pounds. the snow is piling higher and your face is growing closer to the ground.
raising your glass at the office party or photocopying your secretary's as* is
no less pathetic than our self righteously self important tasks of barfing
rhetoric on shiny table tops as our collars and turtlenecks choke us right
there in the coffee shops. winter will not wait for you. ironically, your worst
dream has come true: pontification means nothing when i woke up and looked
around, i foun that my dreams had melted into dirty puddles on the ground