Don't Fuss Over Spiders Thrown lyrics

Song information

Artist: Trophy Scars
Album: Goodnight Alchemy

Lyrics

I read it in a book, my biased dirty looks
"Unhand me, you crook."
I saw it in her face;
She made a big mistake
That word's not hers to take. no
This is the joke, so listen up close:
Those bodies below are people you know
Dig them all up
Connect all the dots
And see what you got..
Not a whole lot... a lot, a lot, a lot
All that he knows is all that she is:
A quiet small girl with some guilt and the passion of saying
"Oh well, it's personal. so stop listening in!."
I can argue all night in the cold
Over tv static and snow or the hum on the radio
Listen to john 'cause here comes a solo
He plays all the right chords
We argue over the same two words: spiders thrown
Its so unofficial but, its all over the fucking news
You gotta sit down
We gotta talk about this one pal, we gotta talk about this one
This one thinks I'm a dreamer, oh yeah I'm a dreamer
I'm taking the next train to florida where it's warmer
I won't argue any longer over spiders
They say it's easy when you're the one who's leaving
So I guess we're fucking even, right?
Sit the fuck down and shut up!
I need to say a couple things to myself
"What am I doing?" "what's this song?"
I can't remember my teeth and my skin
"Why the grin?" I'm still knee deep in sin
Oh, I'm so existential, pretentious with pencils
A market a staple, awkward and able
A cowboy who reads much to much noise
And I can't keep from drinking when I'm out with the boys
Over "spiders thrown."