Caring Is Creepy

The Shins
Oh, Inverted World
Caring is Creepy
I think ill go home and mull this over
Before i cram it down my throat
At long last its crashed, its colossal mass
Has broken up into bits in my moat.
Lift the mattress off the floor
Walk the cramps off
Go meander in the cold
Hail to your dark skin
Hiding the fact youre dead again
Undeneath the power lines seeking shade
Far above our heads are the icy heights that contain all reason
Its a luscious mix of words and tricks
That let us bet when you know we should fold
On rocks i dreamt of where wed stepped
And the whole mess of roads were now on.
Hold your glass up, hold it in
Never betray the way youve always known it is.
One day ill be wondering how
I got so old just wondering how
I never got cold wearing nothing in the snow.
This is way beyond my remote concern
Of being condescending
All these squawking birds wont quit.
Building nothing, laying bricks.