Gold Mine Gutted (Her Space Holiday Remix)

It was Don DeLillo, whiskey neat and a blinking midnight clock
Speakers on a TV stand, just a turntable to watch
Only smoke came out our mouths
On all those hooded sweatshirt walks

We were a stroke of luck
We were a gold mine, they gutted us

And from the sidelines you see me run
Until I'm out of breath
Living the good life, I left for dead
The sorrowful Midwest
Well, I did my best to keep my head

It was grass stain jeans and incompletes
And a girl from class to touch
But you think about yourself too much
And you ruin who you love

Well, all these claims at consciousness
My stray dog freedom
Let's have a nice clean cut
Like a bag we buy and divy up

We were a stroke of luck
We were a gold mine, they gutted us

And from the sidelines I see you run
Until you're out of breath
And all those white lines that sped us up
We hurried to our death
Well, I lagged behind so you got ahead