yesterday i spent asleep
woke up in my clothes in a dirty heap
spent the night tryin to make a deadline
squeezin complicated lives into a simple headline
i have your face in an old polaroid
tidyin the childrens clothes and toys
you smilin back at me i took the photo from the fridge
cant remember what emily did
havent been with a woman, it feels like, for years
thought of you the whole time, your salty tears
this shitty world sometimes produces a rose
the scent of it lingers but then it just goes
return the call to home
the worst of us are a long drawn-out confession
the best of us are geniuses of compression
you say youre not gonna leave the truth alone
im here cause i dont wanna go home
child drinkin dirty water from a riverbank
soldier brings oranges he got out from a tank
waitin on the waiter, hes takin a while to come
watchin the sun go down on lebanon
i got a head like a lit cigarette
unholy clouds reflect in a minaret
so high above me, higher than everyone
where are you in the cedars of lebanon?
choose your enemies carefully, cause they will define you
make them interesting cause in some ways they will mind you
theyre not there in the beginning but when your story ends
gonna last with you longer than your friends
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