Jens Lekman - An Argument With Myself lyrics

rate me

Having an argument with myself down Elizabeth Street

Bumping into backpackers and

struggling with the parameters

and the basic construction of my feet.

Kicking beer cans and rubbish along the concrete

Crossing the street and crossing galaxies of taxis and

backseats and drunk suites and half-Greeks.

Shut up, no, you shut up!

What's the matter, take a number, Buttercup!

Every time I hear you say "Fuck it"

I would remind you of the photo in your pocket.

How long it's been there, two years, I bet

have a sniff, it smells like a cigarette

When was the last time you smoked a cigarette?

And more importantly, who did you smoke it with?

Having an argument with myself down Victoria Street

Passing the market now, the windows neon illuminating my path to defeat.

Your grinning face scaring a poor parakeet

Your happy breathing scaring the wind.

So rich on Summer and so sweet.

Fuck you, no, you fuck you!

You didn't come here for nothing, did you?

I know that's what you've been saying lately

But let me draw attention to exhibit B

I stuck it in a little plastic envelope

and put the flower underneath microscope

See what's written on the petals

Look closer, that's her initials.

And now I'm walking by Bev and Mick's backpacker hostel on Victoria Street,

Where it's reggae night tonight

And the backpackers are pouring out like a tidal wave of vomit

I have to sit down on the curbside and count the coins in my pocket,

See if I have enough cash to take a taxi home

Uuuh, no

Alright, yes, can we just try to figure this out?

Can we just talk about this, please?

Nah, I don't wanna talk to you

OK, you wanna keep fighting?

Yeah, I wanna keep on fighting

Alright, fair enough.

1, 2, 3, here we go!

Having an argument with myself down Queensbury Street

The lonely light from the town hall clock tower

Chime of the bells striking

1, 2, 3

And it took shape in the form of an image in the form of a living memory,

The way her shadow used to walk by your side

In a different time, in a different city.

Oh please, no you oh please!

I wanna see you drop down on your knees

I wanna see your hand waving "Farewell"

Why you hittin' yourself, why you hittin' yourself?

It should be twice at March

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To make history of a love, a love like ours.

A love like ours.