1978, Smiling Politely

1978, a poem born in New York state

A hired car, the license plate read, "FL502"

Destinations muddled in a constant petty struggle

If I stop to fill the tank then that's the last I'll see of you

'Cause you're no good at readin' maps

And I'm so bad at keepin' time

I'm sure that every night will be our last

A downfall we designed

So I'll keep one foot on the gas

So say goodnight

Audrey, can't you see? This lousy luck is killin' me

I'm scared as fuck that this might be

A one way journey South

Is this the best that we could manage?

'Cause there's barely surface damage

It's a massive disadvantage to live in the bastard's house

'Cause you're no good at readin' maps

And I'm so bad at keepin' time

I'm sure that every night could be our last

A downfall we designed

So I'll keep one foot on the gas

Say goodnight (say goodnight)

I'll keep one foot on the gas

So say goodnight

For fourteen years, my body betrayed me

The one I cannot live without must live on without me

Unread books on dusty shelves tell a story of their own

I know in time we all find peace of mind

When optionless, we do what we must do

But that was barely good enough, and you

Stole my heart and then you stole my tools

You stole my tools, you stole my tools

For fourteen years, my body betrayed me

The one I cannot live without must live on without me

Unread books on dusty shelves tell a story of their own

I know in time we all find peace of mind

When optionless, we do what we must do

But that was barely good enough, and you

Stole my heart and then you stole my tools

You stole my tools, you stole my tools

Oh, Audrey

Oh, Audrey

Oh, Audrey