There's some records that sell millions of copies, that it's really unclear if anybody liked it who was making it, y'know? - Elliott Smith

Crooked spin can't come to rest,
I'm damaged bad at best.

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 everything is clear'

Next door, the TV's flashing
blue frames on the wall.
It's a comedy from the seventies
with a lead no one recalls.
He vanished into oblivion
it's easy to do
and I cried a sea when you talked to me
the day you said we were through.
But it's all right, some enchanted night
I'll be with you