Lyrics

I read it in her book My biased dirty looks "Unhand me, you crook" I saw it in her face She made a big mistake That word's not hers to take (Ohhhh.....) This is a joke So listen up close The bodies below Are people you know Dig them all up Connect all the dots And see what you got Not a lot, a lot, a lot All that he knows Is all that she is A quiet small girl with some guilt And the passion of saying "Well, it's personal It's personal It's personal It's personal So stop listening in" I can argue all night in the cold Over TV static and snow Or the hum on the radio Listen for John 'cause here comes a solo He plays all the right chords We argue over the same two words (same two fucking words) Spiders thrown Spiders thrown Spiders thrown Spiders thrown This one thinks I'm a dreamer Oh yeah, I'm a dreamer I'm taking the next train to Florida where it's warmer I won't argue any longer over spiders They say it's easy when you're the one who's leaving So I guess we're fucking even Sit the fuck down and shut up! I need to say a couple things to myself "What am I doing?" "What's this song?" I can't remember my teeth and my skin "Why the grin?" I'm still knee deep in sin Oh, I'm so existential, pretentious with pencils A mark and a staple, awkward and able A cowboy who reads Much too much noise And I can't keep from drinking when I'm out with the boys Over spiders thrown Spiders thrown Spiders thrown Spiders thrown...