We're sweet talkers, bitter to the mouth.
We converse in yawns and drowsy stammered nods. [oh.]
So off from the truth it's literary gold,
I'm a jigsaw hammered with fists together, all wrong,
May I be so bold?
I want the smell of you [in my nostrils again]
You can take what you want, just leave the coin on the bench.

We're selfish.
We're over zealous.
At everything else, we're just a mess.
[oh oh, oh oh, oh oh] -
I want to wear you out like my "sunday best".

I confess, I confess, I confess
I ain't been much myself lately.
[oh oh, oh oh, oh oh] -
I want to wear you out like me "sunday best".

I'm combing the room smiling razors.
So they say; "The world is your oyster" and no
I'm not one to share, oh.
I only sleep on strangers floors,
or somewhere in the lobby of the airport terminal.

I'm fairly optimistic on everything but faith and love.
I threw one the wolves and one to the sharks.
Did you think I could be your Rushmore?
In low light we're rubbing our eyes of you like words in lead.
oh oh-oh.

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    Song MeaningNew Joy was written to say that nobody is perfect. Beau says he has realized that he "rubs people the wrong way" and that the first step to overcome that is to admit to it, that it is OK "just to be a badass"
    swankydooon August 26, 2012   Link

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