Knowing Such Things

Your shit talk ain't got
A thing on what my old friends say.
Hey I heard you got that message,
How they'd drop us a ten.
But I don't care much
About making new starts
With old motherfuckers
Who ain't got no heart.
You can't catch up,
And I can't keep going,
And I ain't heard you do nothing
But bite your tail end.
Hey you remember that time
When we split all that money,
And I shook your hand twice,
And you wouldn't look me in the eye?

And I (na na na na na)
I'm not sure that I care to watch the end
And I (na na na na na)
I didn't trust you from that moment of sin.
You dig?

Yeah, this van's got four wheels
But that engine don't run right.
You can't find pocket change
Stuffed in the seat cushions.
Laid out in the back
You can't hear things right,
But in the front you wouldn't believe
The things that they're saying.
Yeah, them stories they change
And sometimes get quite int'resting
When tossed around so many times
You can't find an end.
They don't even sound
Like the days they were.
The real memories? Yeah,
They're fucking obscured.

And I (na na na na na)
I'm not sure that I can laugh at such sins
And I (na na na na na)
We keep some close for knowing such things
D'you dig?

Yeah, I got to be honest.
I'm not sure that I ever liked you,
But I was good at pretending
If I pretend to pretend.
You see if you can have freight trains or sparks
And the river gives plenty
And it only goes dry
When nothing goes in.
You ever think about that before
All nail biting at night,
Scratching for clarity,
Reliving old times?
Hey man, nothing is nothing
Too much thought means more.
Constant traffic jams
Of nothing at home.

And I (na na na na na)
I'm not sure that I care to watch the end
And I (na na na na na)
I didn't trust you from the beginning sin
You dig?