My umbrellas been blown inside out, as it slowly fills with rain,
A glass of wine for passer by, convincing them that I'm still sane.
I miss when we were us, so much now, crop circles are clues to how,
Some aliens must have abducted you,
And replaced you with someone who didn't love me anymore.
Picket signs for friends picking sides, forget who broke up with who,
I was only trying my best I guess, which is more than I can say for you.
But thank you for reminding me how I love to be alone,
I'll try hard not to think of you because otherwise I might explode.
Thank you for the honesty it's better of this way,
Now lots of long and lonely nights are gonna come my way.
You were the last person who was nice to me,
Who didn't also work in customer service.
Screams, screams nobody will hear,
My dreams, dreams, now becoming fears.
Being truthfully, I wouldn't root for me, I always tend to take it too far.
But now the jokes on you.
Because me being lonely means you're lonely.
Thank you for the mutilation, it helped me feel alive,
After reconstructive surgery I'll look as good as I feel inside.
Thank you for the accident, we'll both repeat someday,
Now lots of long and lonely nights are gonna come your way,
Yeah lots of long and lonely nights are gonna come our...
Way, way, way away, good times get lost in the fray,
Replaced with bitter memories to justify going separate ways.
The rain it slowly starts to dry as is usually the case,
Some day this will make sense to me, till then I'll hate your stupid face.
The clouds inhale a world bellow,
Sucking everything that's not tied down,
I hope it whisks me away from here,
Cause there's fuck all left in Rexdale anyway.
The new EP from Steve Gunn pairs the guitarist with Mdou Moctar, Circuit des Yeux, Bing & Ruth, and more for five evocative songs. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 7, 2022