Slint - P.O.S

This place is down, it’s up to see

Got some mysteries out with

It’s a question of pride, forget you not

Take me four leaf clover with

I see your face etched in stain glass, angelic

Meant that as measurement

Angelic, fuck you can’t spell it

Close to the heaven when coppin' that droppin flu

Particular like Bob Dylan’s talkin' crew

It’s all pros when shootin'

That’s your speech impediment

Talk in little circles, codes

Until you can gel it, and keep 'em distant

'til you collide with

People, places, villains, keep persistent

Gotta keep the curvage convincing

Got you sayin' smoking regrets

Clingin' to an empty lighter

Burn up all your cigarettes

The tar’ll stay inside your lungs

Pull tighter

It’s got me sickly, give me time, love, trust

And a bouquet and forgive me quickly

So I’m-I'm pullin' petals like

She loves me not, she loves me not

She loves me not enough to stop herself

We like it awkward hot

I’m thinkin' stop, thinkin' thoughts

Like this clock’s tickin', plot thickens

When she drops a kiss, I pick it up

Like «Hey, I think you lost this, miss»

Got me wishin'

But to you, our silent speech was tongue n' cheek

Makin' true feelings hard to reach from toe n' cheek

From high intensity to barely touch, to barely speak

Speak, please speak, say somethin' monumental

Pretend your- Pretend your kindest words were accidental

Pretend I’m dead, I’ll do the same for you

In fact, lets make a toast to us, infatuation with a ghost

This place is down, it’s up to see

left us thinkin'

were blind

Compromising

It’s never a crime, what’s to say?

Choose wise, damned is the fool

Who’s battery burns to long to be cool

So take it in stride, so you can

You’ll be damned to repeat it