[Verse 1]
They said the opposite of love is indifference
And there's a physical consequence for each and every action
Once they started rolling around, the coins fell from his pocket
And the whole thing just felt like a transaction
When she showed up at the bar last night
She didn't intend to stay out late
But here we are again with the sunrise
Scraping at the remnants of a high time
She shuts her eyes and lets it spin and calls in sick to work again
Leaves a message when she knows they won't be in yet
Timing is of the essence
You finesse it where you have to, but sometimes it’s not an option
That's when you kick the door in
And right now, it's hanging from its hinges
So she drops him off at the place that he stays at
Picks the coins up from the floormat in the backseat
And pulls into the Speedway and buys a cup of coffee
And gets back into her car, sits there and listens to the silence
And tries to figure out what to do about today
[Chorus 1: Craig Finn & Cassandra Jenkins]
And all the village idiots shoplifting some Starbursts and some Parliaments
And claiming that they're Stick-Up Kids
We always fixate on facades when it's hard to see the benefit
The taverns are a decent way to seal off all the stimulus
There’s something close to death for just a little bit
A little break from the barrage
They said the opposite of love is indifference
And there's a physical consequence for each and every action
Once they started rolling around, the coins fell from his pocket
And the whole thing just felt like a transaction
When she showed up at the bar last night
She didn't intend to stay out late
But here we are again with the sunrise
Scraping at the remnants of a high time
She shuts her eyes and lets it spin and calls in sick to work again
Leaves a message when she knows they won't be in yet
Timing is of the essence
You finesse it where you have to, but sometimes it’s not an option
That's when you kick the door in
And right now, it's hanging from its hinges
So she drops him off at the place that he stays at
Picks the coins up from the floormat in the backseat
And pulls into the Speedway and buys a cup of coffee
And gets back into her car, sits there and listens to the silence
And tries to figure out what to do about today
[Chorus 1: Craig Finn & Cassandra Jenkins]
And all the village idiots shoplifting some Starbursts and some Parliaments
And claiming that they're Stick-Up Kids
We always fixate on facades when it's hard to see the benefit
The taverns are a decent way to seal off all the stimulus
There’s something close to death for just a little bit
A little break from the barrage
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