I Give Up Daniel Johnston

I give up, I give up
I t-ried real hard but now I give up

Now the sweat's run down to my sock
Nothing left but a box in the ground

No one's immune to burglary
When you stole my heart
I was charmed - at first

But then I realized I was dying - of thirst
In the desert of love

Like a trooper with super-duper patience
I waited until everything had dried up in my wishing well

And it's been hell, believe me - that
A farmer in the dell, plagued by a bat

And your mysterious smile magnificently re-created
In my mind for quite some time

And I hung on, hoping for a mira-cle
Or a medal for my emotional - bravery, yes

Just like Davy Crockett at the - Alamo
When that bullet hit him he knew he had to go