Anyone Else But You.

You're a part time lover and a full time friend
The monkey on your back is the latest trend

So we're seeing in songs again. In the rainy part of 2007. In the cloudily hot part of 2008. In the humid, drowsy part of 2009.

I kiss you on the brain in the shadow of the train
I kiss you all starry eyed, my body's swinging from side to side

We're using art as life. We use lies to tell lies. We want some coke with those fries.

Here is the church and here is the steeple
We sure are cute for two ugly people

We don't know who we talk about anymore. Or if there is to be anyone at all. Or we squish in moulds strangers to turn them tiresome. Sometimes soon, sometime late. Sometimes never at all. Sometimes always. We fool ourselves with familiarity. And fadedness. We put some glue and stick new faces.

The pebbles forgive me, the trees forgive me
So why can't you forgive me?

We do nothing all day. And be proud of it. Across a decade, we look back and wave and jump to the start, running around in circles, falling back and pushing our faces in the rain, justifying existences and complexities and not explaining them at all.

I will find my niche in your car
With my MP3, DVD, rumple-packed guitar

The roads are blacker wet. Only parents have cars and we walk along with crabs sideways against whitewashed walls. We walk along pavements, look down, stare up, avoid faces, listen to dreams.

Up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B A start
Just because we use cheats doesn't mean we're not smart

Open verandahs leak video games and ratty cameras take inconsequential videos of leaning eucalyptuses, it gets darker and the cats curl up on ledges.

You are always trying to keep it real
I'm in love with how you feel

We knew there was a real. Because that's just what exists. We talk nonsense, we talk genius. We are unforgettably brilliant, we are painfully inane.

We both have shiny happy fits of rage
You want more fans, I want more stage

We were the same people. We were one. We were nothing. We were I. The other wakes up from tiring cold from the future and walks back to the iron gate, swings it to the center and leans ahead, face cupped in palms, stare at gravel ants.

My name is Adam, I'm your biggest fan

Open windows were green and there was no one. Perfectly timed stairs and bald patches in the garden. We didn't know us. We still don't. We look for mirrors in screens. We dig up and cover up and throw away and reclaim without knowing why. We cherish and dismiss, we don't care. Never did.

Squinched up your face and did a dance

Inconsequential and all-important. We twirl around in pleasure and fall listlessly down to nothingness, we live in songs. We have time machines and empty seats. We sit alone in rooms and think. We sit and think. And we sit. And unthink. Beat ourselves over us. Speak in gibberish and replay.

I don't see what anyone can see
In anyone else but you

Du, du, du
Du, du, du
Du, du, du
But you.

Joey never met a bike that he didn't wanna ride
And I never met a Toby that I didn't like
Scotty liked all of the books that I recommended
Even if he didn't I wouldn't be offended.