Prick my ears up
It's predatory and profound
Caught in a college town
Burnt out and battened down
I swallow scents, I follow sounds
I stay awake and sit around
Lazy and lewd, a listless lout
I'm out of luck, I've been called out
I've been called worse before

We wasted hours with secret sours
Waking up with the lights turned on
Waiting up after everyone else is gone
Sour and so low

But we exist in separate states
When I can't speak and you can't wait
To go on

Still hung up on the shit that got me at thirteen
You set a perfect scene
Coffee with cubes and cream
I'm so upset, I'm so obscene
I cut you out of my routine
Get out of bed at half past three
Some sense of dread, some sympathy
I've seen it worse before

We wasted hours with secret sours
We wasted hours with secret sours
Sour and so low


But we exist in separate states
When I can't speak and you can't wait
To go on

Tripping over the coattails you coaxed away
Ran out of things to say
Stayed up for sixteen days
A hundred hands, a dozen takes
Too dull to piece together
When we exist in separate states
I can't speak and you can't wait
To take me down and stack the stakes
To turn me out until the taste is gone
To go on using the word
The word you use for me

You found hunger in the thickening wonder
There are half as many homes to stay
I made a map and called it "A Case of You"
You can't cover what you're already under
I'm gone


Lyrics submitted by mswer

Separate States song meanings
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