La Dispute - For Mayor in Splitsville lyrics

rate me

Funny what you think of

After a collapse while

Lying in the dirt

The first thing that

Comes back is never quite

What you’d have guessed

And if you could’ve

You probably would’ve sent your check

If all your limbs were intact, still and then tried to get out

We played house with the neighbors in their basement

Sister made me husband she was older so I did her bidding

I remember once, their dad came in, said,

“You think this is bad?

You don’t know the half” and he laughed

It’s funny what things come back,

The first things you see

How he sort of smiled like he told me a joke

But he was lying, there was something else inside of his eyes

All those secrets people tell the little children

Are warnings that they give them

Like, look I’m unhappy

Please, don’t make the same mistake as me

Why are those old worn out jokes,

On married life told at toasts and receptions still?

How does it never occur, how often couples get burned

And end up certain in Splitsville?

(Funny what you think of in the wreckage)

(Lying there in bed, in the dust and the glass)

(How you’re suddenly somewhere in the desert in the nighttime)

(It’s getting close to Christmas)

(And then her and that movie voice she uses when she reads)

(“Welcome to the Land of Enchantment” from a highway sign)

(And it’s late, so you take the next exit)

When that trip ended we came back the rent was too high

I was jobless, I guess in retrospect I should’ve sensed decay

And that day, how you said I just don’t know

And I promised we’d rearrange things

To fix the mess I made here

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But I guess, in the end, we just moved furniture around

Sort of feels like every day

It’s harder to stay happy where you are

There are all these ways

To look through the fence into your neighbor’s yard

Why even risk it, it’s safer to stay distant

When it’s so hard now

To just be content,

Because there’s always something else

Now I’m proposing my own toast

Proposing my own joke for those married men

Maybe I’m miserable, I’d rather run for mayor

In Splitsville than suffer your jokes again