I Guess We Lost Okkervil River

Lists of swinging fists nobody saw
That were slicing through air at the foot of a stair of a bar
Make beds of busted heads, pillowed and puffed
In some quiet and cordoned emergency ward they left us

So we always demurred with an ill-advised word
From some enemy's ill-equipped tongue
Sizzled and burned at our backs
So we learned to dodge

I guess we lost

Staring down the cliffs with my crew-cut
I had turned twenty-three and believed I was dangerous
Lists of swinging hips down in the clubs
They were holding their swerve
I am perfectly sure, for us

And a photograph says what a photograph is
Holy shit, were our faces so young!
All pissed and thin-lipped as we tippled and tripped
It was fun

Guess we're done

Lies and flying flies sapping our blood
We fall down, sliding down, slipping, slamming the ground
Cause we're fucked