Our Love is Senile - Of Montreal
So now she's turning a corner, Wants to leave me again, Though its sad I really should warn her, you can only break up so many times before losing us to absurdity without becoming forced to call. She said, "How can we continue If you're telling the truth, I still don't believe you." So now she's getting tired Wondering if it's a peak or precipice, And just how to labor forward When her man is a mess and never there. Though its sad being apart, Its much worse being together in silence Because more than civility We need laughter, happiness, madness, anything. Our love is senile, like a blind child bumping into walls, Say its not guilt keeping us together How can we support each other's wills. Our love is senile, like we don't recognize each other Somehow we've relapsed to being strangers The scuttling of tires in our sacred realm Now it's time to play the socialist, and protect our little chick From our problems, confusion, this evasiveness is no solution.
Artist: Of Montreal
Title: Our Love is Senile