I wrote you a song and I thing it’s pretty good but I’m usually wrong about so many things but that’s not what this song is even about it’s about being in love and sticking it out cause. I Know you got your demons and you know that I got mine we should all learn calisthenics because we could all use a little more exercise. I hope one day we can find a place where I can make fat beats and you can watch me through the window while you paint. Cause at the end of the day if u need a place to lay your pretty face I’ll learn basket weaving so I can make the most highly functional basket case. To rest you head [Chorus] When all else fails and you’ve given up on me because the demons in your dreams won’t let you sleep and you cut yourself at night because you think you need to bleed so if all else fails don’t give up on me [Verse] We’ve come a long way from the days we used to hold court in that house on the edge of Newport just a couple troubadours tearing up the front porch trying to avoid our overbearing landlord. Just me and you the kids blondie bear and a bunch Korean Presbyterians. But when your lost out on the road feeling all alone your don’t need gps or google maps cause bear knows the way back home [Chorus] When all else fails and you’ve given up on me because the demons in your dreams won’t let you sleep and you cut yourself at night because you think you need to bleed so if all else fails don’t give up on me I know it prolly seems like I gave up on you. I tried to be there as much as I could. All things considered we are both exceptional decent people but when we are together we bring out something evil a side of us that just fucks everything up and makes us rip out each others guts. I’m not saying that the good isn’t worth the bad the way we compliment each other is more than I’ve ever had before I walked through ur apartment door the very first time when I used to get lost in your eyes you seemed so alive we would trade song all night long on your ice cooler radio to always to soon would come the drive home. From envoys to Cherokees ever clear good lord lorrie bass guitars and dive bars fat donkey and old Greg to all the friends we lost along the way smoking cigarettes and cheap wine to bumpin uglies and say Hi Thomas blondie bear and Bethany. To fucking with the cable guy i try just to remember those times I wish I did better by you and you did better by me I was wrong back at the start it was you that followed me in to the dark I hope my blood learns to pump itself because you will always have my heart
