Nov 13, 2008 16:07
I've got a boyfriend and that boyfriend's name is Ian Jackowiak and he's the best.
If Dan finds me, he'll kill me.
For the record:
No, I do not want to go on a walk with you. I do not want to sit under that tree.
Yes I know what I left there, you can keep it.
Please don't ask me where it came from, you know quite well where it used to be.
In the midwest, we poured salt
over the road when it snowed,
over the field to kill the crops,
over the lakes when the locals begged for brine,
sayin' "Fresh water just don't make those fish scales shine."
In Mexico, we stole some paint.
Painted horseshoes for our doors,
painted pictures of the Saints,
painted pots that we traded for wine,
singin' "Got no cheese, got no bread, got nothin' but the time."
Still, nothing beats the holes we dug back home,
the bones we found
and put on string.