Gossamer Thin Lyrics - Conor Oberst

Rings 'round his eyes 

Tracks down his arm 

His fans are confused and his friends are alarmed 

His wife doesn't talk 

Hates when he's gone 

Counts every skirt in his new entourage 

And they're all gossamer thin 

Left of the dial, bohemians 

And they dance, turnin' in style 

Twirl 'round the room, curtsy and smile 

And they sit at his feet, read poetry 

Swoon with each word he speaks 

She likes the new pope 

She's not scared of hell 

They meet once a week at a secret motel 

She kisses his neck, she plays with his hair 

Her screams sound like pleasure, her moans like despair 

And they're spread gossamer thin 

Pushed to the edge, frayed at the ends 

And it's no business of mine 

They can love more than one at a time 

But they're pushing their luck 

Hard but they must 

Risk it all for love 

Now I walk around in some kind of altered state 

The drink in my hand is starting to shake 

I get used to it if it has to stay this way 

A new bunch of flowers I'll have to arrange 

I don't want to eat 

Or get out of bed 

Try to recall what the therapist said 

Ego and Id 

The Essential Self 

You are who you are and you are someone else 

But I'm worn gossamer thin 

Like delicate arch, carved by the wind 

There's a glass psyche at stake 

Throw me a brick, see if it breaks 

'Cause the mind and the brain aren't quite the same 

But they both want out of this place