Sucker - Damien Jurado

With both eyes closed I blew out his windows

A cheap shot, I know, but someone had to do it

«It isn’t like he deserves it,» that’s easy for you to say

He’s not your kind, he’s not your type

Just look into his eyes

On my side of town we let the lights go down

Get out your knives and go for a long drive

I’m nothing special, a yard sale collectable for your table

Eventually you’ll, too, gather dust like the rest of us

Left out to rust

So tell me tonight, can we be magnetic

Lightning will strike and some of us will get it

Now that I’m social, I’m at your disposal, a chair at the table

Eventually you’ll, too, gather dust like the rest of us

Left out to rust