It Don't Suit Me (Like Before) - John Moreland

Well we haven’t got all night

Come on and raise a toast

We’re only one time aiming for the sun

Thought we’d be grinding all our gears

Til we’re giving up the ghost

And grieving from the ties that we’d undone

I’m still staring at the sky, like at the start

With all these heavy anchors on my heart

But they don’t suit me, babe, like before

They don’t suit me like they did before

Always waving flags and waging wars

But it don’t suit me like before

It don’t suit me like before

Well folks like me and you

We don’t know how to call a truce

And when we can’t lose the fight, we just lose touch

So we sit comparing scars

Strumming on the stars

And leaning on the oldest, closest crutch

Don’t let me turn to dust to turn a phrase

Could you help me wash these years off of my face?

I used to have a prisoner’s point of view

Now I only care for being seen by you