Lyrics
I was gonna lie and steal my way to the stars
I was gonna do it from the front seat of your un-registered car
I was gonna pull my blindfold over everyone
I was gonna find a way of making you fall for me when I was done
But I'm not that young and I'm not that dumb anymore
No I'm not that young and I'm not that dumb anymore
Always
Holding hands under the table
With a keen eye for whoever's more available
Dotted your signatures with love hearts on every little note
Left the first name blank in case someone caught your eye while you wrote
And it's taken me this long to think with anything but your hips
And I always hated the taste of your pushy, drunken, alcoholic, ashtray lips
But the city gets pretty for those few hours when the trains aren't running
And I'm knocking down my door in advance
'Cause the wolves are coming, the wolves are coming
Oh you pity me on the corner of Johnson and Brunswick
Singing my heart out for loose change with my acoustic
Spending rainy days indoors trying to turn other people's protest songs into beautiful music
And I'm haunted by the ghosts of my more famous friends
I spend every season complaining waiting for the season to end
I like to think that I'm encompassing but I'm always getting comfortable
You never gave me twenty minutes just to catch
my
breath
You were kissing me
Or fucking someone else
But the city gets pretty for those few hours when the trains aren't running
And I'm knocking down my door in advance
'Cause the wolves are coming, the wolves are coming
And I'm not coming back
To the bars we used to drink at
Or the drinks we used to sleep
All the people we used to drink with
Became the people that we used and
Ever since you said you saw a mouse in my house
Every single time I get high I see mice
And the people that we used to drink with
Became the people that we used
But the city gets pretty for those few hours when the trains aren't running
What's that
I think I hear the wolves coming
But the city gets pretty for those few hours when the trains aren't running
And I think I hear the wolves coming
I'm knocking down my door in advance
'Cause the wolves are coming, the wolves are coming
