Okkervil River Lyrics
The Next Four Months
Maybe we could break your ankle, clean and unsuspiciously. An ER trip, a
doctor's slip, and you could share your pills with me. Won't it feel so good,
though, when we're lying side by side, when you can't move, when I'm not trying?
2000 milligrams each. A hotel by the pharmacy with drinking straws in toothpaste
tubes. Stash them with your toiletries and I will share my pills with you.
Little Michael sleeping in the child safety seat, lying with the windows rolled
up, in the August heat. 3000 milligrams each, 4000 milligrams. We're driving
down the interstate, you're feeling great, you scratch your wrist, and we
pretend your kids, your husband, all you left does not exist. When in some motel
that night we're lying, I can barely whisper “it's like dying. Baby, do you know
what I mean? Baby, did you hear me? Baby, you fell asleep.” I know I'm weak, I
don't deny we'll see our trial sometime soon. But when we know we're fucked,
I'll half the pile and share my pills with you. Cause we've felt fully in our
bodies, and we've felt totally alive, so we're prepared to float above this
dirty bed where we both lie. Where we lie, lie, lie. Will we be fine? Not this
time.