This Is Not a Mountain Goats Song

Would you love me more if my nickname was my name, but only mispronounced
Or if my eyes were forever scarred?
And this morning I brushed the grass from your heels
Cause last night we walked through the graveyard
And all the whiskey and helium and vodka couldn't get us home any faster
So I thought we should just lay down quietly like the bodies that lay all around us

Cause they're just boxes of bones and we're just floating particles
With our head in the clouds trying to convince ourselves Love is something tangible

Would you love me more, if we had a history or t least on that made sense
Or if I didn't look the way I did?
And last night you drunk so much and said so much that I didn't want to hear
As we walked through "the cat-way"
And all the Balkan and whisky and laughter couldn't get us home any faster
But that's where I want to be with you

Where we can rest our bones, these floating particles
Kiss softly with our head in the clouds
Try and convince ourselves love is something tangible



Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Wood
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