Enamel

here's another song with the four

oldest chords in history

i guess i lost all ambition turning left on Missouri

i could have made it better

but the feelings just aren't there

my heart is cold and black

but i just don't think i care

so here's to me saying "fare-thee-well"

and when you hear this song i hope it hurts

enamel is stretched too thin

you're beautiful, but not beneath your skin

(enamel, like insect shells

so hollow, like your wedding bells.)

the phone lines down in mexico are

slow and maybe tired

i think all your devotion, got lost inside

the wires

well i hope you cannot sleep, and i

hope you cannot smile

and i hope that you are burdened with

your guilt for quite a while

i hope you fall in love

but i hope your plans are thwarted

and i hope that now you're back

it's because you were deported