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Sunday, April 29, 2007

missed the boat

while we're on the subject,
could we change the subject now?
i was knockin' on your ears door
but you were always out.
lookin' towards the future
we were begging for the past
well we knew we'd had the good things
but those never seem to last,
oh please just last.

everyone's unhappy
everyone's ashamed
well we all just got caught looking
at somebody else's page
well nothin' ever went
quite exactly as we planned,
our ideas held no water
but we used them like a dam.

oh, and we carried it all so well
as if we'd got a new position.
oh, and i laugh all the way to hell
saying, "yes, this is a fine promotion."
oh, and i'll laugh all the way to hell.

of course everyone goes crazy,
over such and such and such,
well we'd made ourselves a pillar,
but just used it as a crutch.
we were certainly uncertain,
at least i'm pretty sure i am,
well we didn't need the water
but we just built that good goddamn!

oh, and i know this of myself,
i asume as much for other people.
oh, and i know this of myself
we've listened more to life's end going
than the sound of life's sweet bells.

was it even worth it?
was there all that much to gain?
well we knew we'd miss the boat,
and we'd already missed the plane.
we didn't read the invite
we just dance at our wake.
all our favorites were playin' so we could
shake, shake!
shake, shake, shake!

tiny curtains opened then,
we heard the tiny clap of little hands,
a tiny man would tell a little joke
and get a tiny laugh from all them folks,
sitting drifting round on bubbles then
(thinking it was us that carried them),
when we finally got it figured out that
we had truly missed the boat.
oh, and we carried it all so well
as if we'd got a new position.
oh, and we owned all the tools ourselves
without the skills to make a shelf with
oh, what useless tools ourselves.

-modest mouse


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