You Blanks - Portastatic

I always liked to watch the weather

Hoping for some disaster

To gather us in the dark

We’d huddle up against it

It was a funny little spark

In that predictable world

Of bonehead boys and flipped out girls

I could use that familiar roster back again now

To hassle my heart

Oh to be humiliated

With such short memory

Redemption always waited

In terry cloth, under the seagrape tree

With promises that terrified me

Oh yeah

But with a smile and one tan arm around my shoulder

Politics was foreign, and sex for when you’re older

Well that got better, the rest got worse

And now every horse I dream about is pulling a hearse

Well all my songs used to end the same way:

«Everything's gonna be okay»

You fuckers make that impossible to say

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Now I still watch the weather

I drag you outside when the black clouds gather

The hair stands up on your arms I know

And you run back inside calling «I told you so»

While I embarrass my family and friends

And those who just wanna wake up in dry clothes

All I can feel is the brake set to coast

Here comes the steep hill

And now down we go

Well all my songs used to end the same way:

«Everything's gonna be okay»

You fuckers make that impossible to say

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Well all my songs used to end the same way:

«Everything's gonna be okay»

Now I find that’s impossible to say