Everysong - Lloyd Cole

Think you’re really something now

Just 'cause I offer you a ride in my brand new car

When you know we’re nothing more than just

Smoke and rhetoric and barely rhyming as we are

So don’t get so excited

He’s not that kind of writer

Chances are we’ll wind up

In some godforsaken cul-de-sac not love

No use to get sad about it

Can’t love everysong

Well, let’s not lose perspective, now

Just because we spend a little time together

While we’re on our way

And sure, I’ll hold you for a little while

If you ask me, I can stay at least until tomorrow

But now we’re halfway through the song

And I’m still tagging along

Surely clouds are coming soon

But as of now, I can see nothing but blue

No use to go second guessing

Can’t cry everysong

Maybe the wine is going cheap

At the creative retreat

Maybe our man’s smoking something

Because something’s feeling scarily like love

No need to complain, no siree, Bob

Can’t cry everysong