Two Violins, Which Are Meant To Represent The Forest Lyrics - Kind Of Like Spitting

Nowhere you'd rather be than fifteen blocks away 

Tonight you're embracing it, tomorrow, who's to say 

Deem love unconditional but the real world don't work that way 

When we examine it, we don't know what to say 

She tells her roommates not, not to take your calls 

The severed heads line the bed, their names all burnt in the wall 

It's just not cool to act like it's a big deal 

She tells her roommates not to take your call 

You hear her telling them from the hall 

Sloppy kids get drunk and drive their cars 

Like Big Wheels, it's no big deal, it's no big deal 

We create images to make our lives seem pretty 

We stumble through our rooms in search of a life worth living 

But what good does image do when we're tired and unforgiving? 

The books you've read next to your bed, the words all roll in your mouth 

Even if you could say just what you meant do you think you could work it out? 

She tells her roommates not to take your call 

You hear her telling them from the hall 

You hang up slow scared as hell 

She's not kidding, this is real 

Nowhere you'd rather be than tied to a line to her 

Tonight you'll try again, as for tomorrow, you're not sure