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This is important. I don't think you'll understand why, but that's okay. I do, and that's what's important.
Poison Oak, some boyhood bravery. When a telephone was a tin can on a string and I fell asleep with you still talking to me. You said you weren't afraid to die. In Polaroids, you were dressed in women's clothes. Were you made ashamed? Why'd you lock them in a drawer? Well, I don't think that I ever loved you more. Then, when you turned away, when you slammed the door, when you stole the car, drove towards Mexico. And you wrote bad checks just to fill your arm. I was young enough, I still believed in war. Well, let the poets cry themselves to sleep and all their tearful words will turn back into steam. Well, me, I'm a single cell on a serpent's tongue. There's a muddy field where a garden was and I'm glad you got away, but I'm still stuck out here. My clothes are soaking wet from your brother's tears. And I never thought this life was possible. You're the yellow bird that I've been waiting for. The end of paralysis, I was a statuette. Now I'm drunk as hell on a piano bench and when I press the keys, it all gets reversed. The sound of loneliness makes me happier.
bright eyes - poison oak
Poison Oak, some boyhood bravery. When a telephone was a tin can on a string and I fell asleep with you still talking to me. You said you weren't afraid to die. In Polaroids, you were dressed in women's clothes. Were you made ashamed? Why'd you lock them in a drawer? Well, I don't think that I ever loved you more. Then, when you turned away, when you slammed the door, when you stole the car, drove towards Mexico. And you wrote bad checks just to fill your arm. I was young enough, I still believed in war. Well, let the poets cry themselves to sleep and all their tearful words will turn back into steam. Well, me, I'm a single cell on a serpent's tongue. There's a muddy field where a garden was and I'm glad you got away, but I'm still stuck out here. My clothes are soaking wet from your brother's tears. And I never thought this life was possible. You're the yellow bird that I've been waiting for. The end of paralysis, I was a statuette. Now I'm drunk as hell on a piano bench and when I press the keys, it all gets reversed. The sound of loneliness makes me happier.
bright eyes - poison oak