Caring Is Creepy - the Shins

I think I’ll go home and mull this over

Before I cram it down my throat

At long last it’s crashed, its colossal mass

Has broken up into bits in my moat

Rip the mattress off the floor

Walk the cramps off

Go meander in the cold

Hail to your dark skin

Hiding the fact you’re dead again

Underneath the power lines seeking shade

Far above our heads are the icy heights

That contain all reason

It’s a luscious mix of words and tricks

That let us bet when we know we should fold

On rocks I dreamt of where we’d stepped

And of the whole mess of roads we’re now on

Hold your glass up, hold it in

Never betray the way you’ve always known it is

One day I’ll be wondering how

I got so old just wondering how

I never got cold wearing nothing in the snow

This is way beyond my remote concern

Of being condescending

All these squawking birds won’t quit

Building nothing, laying bricks

Hold your glass up, hold it in

Never betray the way you’ve always known it is

One day I’ll be wondering how

I got so old just wondering how

I never got cold wearing nothing in the snow

This is way beyond my remote concern

Of being condescending

All these squawking birds won’t quit

Building nothing, laying bricks