Dilaudid

Dilaudid - The Mountain Goats

The reception's gotten fuzzy

The delicate balance has shifted

Put on your gloves and your black pumps

Let's pretend the fog has lifted

Now you see me

Now you don't

Now you say you love me

Pretty soon you won't

If we get our full threescore and ten

We won't pass this way again

So kiss me with your mouth open

Turn the tires toward the street

And stay sweet

All the chickens come on home to roost

Plump bodies blotting out the sky

You know it breaks my heart in half in half

When I see them trying to fly

'Cause you just can't do

Things your body wasn't meant to

Hike up your fishnets

I know you

If we live to see the other side of this

I will remember your kiss

So do it with your mouth open

And take your foot off of the brake

For christ's sake