Story Behind the Song
Too tired to fight, too loaded to leave.
Lyrics
Break out the thumbtacks. If you crucify me now, I'll get some rest,
And you'll feel less let down.
My father always said, "Don't ever let them in your head,
Because they dig things up, and then they throw things out."
It's like that first, "Oh Shit," when the condom slips,
You can't pull out and you can't push in, and you wonder if you love her enough.
And all you are is stuck.
I'll never be a better man than me. From here I get old, I get tired, I get weird.
From here I get bitter.
It's like the butt that's stuck to your upper lip,
When your hand slips down around the tip, and you're already burned.
And all it does is hurt.
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