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• Artiste: Quelle Source (The)
• Titre: The State Line
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The Foreign Inadequacy Project was just six months behind and The League of Divorced Daughters were getting high in The Empty Room at the top of the stairs And I've been telling myself this is the year I'm going to have to try to smoke out my impurities and just fry my insides Yeah, and hey you, Backseat Lovers promise me you'll take care of each other it's a rough world you're living out there 'Cause Cheap Love Martyrs are lamented but forgotten Is it a net or a noose that you're looking for? The cellar door of the seventh floor? A lonesome twin bed or Dad with a stroller? The Glass Club met four times a day and I tried to teach myself how to lie, to Cooper-off, to smile, to sleep in my car and re-learn how to ride my bike Until the uneasy truce between The Parents Coalition and the Pink Cup Connection was broken when The King of Uncomfortable came and drank everything and that was me And they say, “Hey man, I mean you should just try to take it easy In a crowded room or out to sea, you'll succeed” Yeah, but anymore it comes down to a question of company A shadow or a ghost I can stabilize? Her inviting neck or your vacant thighs? Did I cross The State Line or did I just step outside? I woke up when I sobered up and spent the morning thinking of you with your trash bin full of wedding cakes and ceiling of "Feel Better" balloons And I thought of The Romantic brooding in his white-washed room pissing his last best years away on a Steel Mill Girl who's the permanent symbol of the one thing he wishes he could change So shit Let's get dressed up so we can go out and get fucked up 'Cause if I can still see straight I'm just wasting my time Straight through the atmosphere or to my backyard? Did I sleep with you or did I just dream that that morning wasn't one more excuse for you to leave? A ruse, a mistake, a delusion, a guise? 'Til her whisper: “Treat me like dirt tonight” Now the invisible war with the past, now and future me I should have done something but all I ever did was sit around and watch everyone doing nothing