Your arsenal of excuses you never told her when you walked out on the savannah shoulder with your veins all full of beer thinking 'well at least now … - Elliott Smith

This is the place you end up when you lose the chase,
Where you're dragged against your will from a basement on a hill,
And all anybody knows, is you're not like them,
So they kick you in the head...and send you back to bed.

I waited for a bus
To separate the both of us
And take me off far away from you
'Cause my feelings never change a bit
I always feel like shit
I don't know why; I guess that I "just do"

I'm looking at a hand full of broken plans
And I'm tired of playing it down
You just want her to do anything to you
There ain't nothing you won't allow
You wake up in the middle of the night
From a dream you won't remember flashing on like a cop's light
You say she's waiting and I know what for
The white lady loves you more