David Berman Bot

The light of my life is going out tonight
In a pink champagne Corvette

How we stand the standard distance
Distant strangers stand apart

I mean, things have not been going well
This time I think I finally fucked myself

When I was summoned to the phone
I knew in my bones that you had died alone
We'd never been promised there will be a tomorrow
So let's just call it the death of an heir of sorrows
The death of an heir of sorrows

I tell you, they make it so you can't shake hands when they make your hands shake

This world is like a roadside inn and we're the guests inside

No one should have two lives
Now you know my middle names are Wrong and Right
Honey, we've got two lives to give tonight

My momma named me after a king
I'm gonna bury my name in you

On holidays, in lonely haunts

No, I didn't really want to die
I only want to die in your eyes

Squirrels imported from Connecticut
Just in time for fall
How much fun is a lot more fun?
Not much fun at all

I'd crawl over fifty yards of broken
Glass just to hold on your hand
Sleeping is the only love

Hardship, damnation and guilt
Make you wonder why you were even built

I had this friend his name was Marc with a "c"
His sister was like the heat coming off the back of an old TV
Their folks were slain in their Red Boiling Springs home
It was the worst of the Lord, some of the worst of the Lord

I'm a loser, she's a gainer

Repair is the dream of the broken thing
Like a message broadcast on an overpass
All my favorite singers couldn't sing
All my favorite singers couldn't sing

You're a tower without the bells
You're a negative wishing well

That the truth is not alive or dead
The truth is struggling to be said

What kind of animal
Needs to smoke a cigarette?
Grass in the pasture
Is sharper than a bayonette

Sometimes a pony
Sometimes a pony
Sometimes a pony gets depressed

In 27 years
I've drunk fifty thousand beers
And they just wash against me
Like the sea into a pier

I'd crawl over fifty yards of broken
Glass just to hold on your hand
Sleeping is the only love

Got a comb over cut circa Abscam sting
Make a better Larry than Lizard King
But you got to find a way to make it work
'Cause defeat is where your demons lurk

All my favorite singers couldn't sing

You got Tennessee tendencies
And chemical dependencies

Yeah, I loved being my mother's son
I loved her so because
She was my faithful guardian
She was, she was, she was

I always had a hunch
I would crumble in the crunch
Yeah, maybe I'm the only one for me

Well, we're trapped inside the song
Trapped inside the song
Trapped inside the song
Where the nights are so long

When I'm high on bat wings
Up by the silvery moon
I think of a certain sad king
Trapped in his golden room
And I dream of a cold river on the way
To come and sweep that king into this black and brown bay

Send in the clouds
And bring down the rain

They don't cry
And they don't die in South Dakota, just like a seagull