Retirement Songtext
von Cursive

Our mistakes are scrawled upon the chalkboards
They′re scribbled on frosted glass
They're posted on the billboards
And left on the trash bin
And are we so naive
To concede these forefathers?
Apparently we are
Well, apparently it′s true
There's no slot machines
Past the pearly gates
Why do we kid ourselves?
We grow old and white
We just lose our minds
The dinner is ahead
The guests are full of spirits
They gather around the husband
He is versed in party tricks The wife is in the bedroom
Smearing her make-up
Make up, make it up
But she's got another on the side
Motels and cheap wine
She says you can′t base love off the pity fuck
Unless they′ve got a lot of money
Cause it's the games that we play
Cause we need to exist
We′re not humans, we're citizens
It′s the one on the ground
With his hands on his heart
It's the cleavage of division
It′s all jammed in and jaded
By the soothsayers
We just fake it through