Los Borrachos – Car Seat Headrest – letras

Being sad’s so boringI’m taking a vacationI’m driving downTo see my old friends tonightLet’s spend the week with rosy cheeksAnd crush the grapes beneath our feetAnd stop burrowing through old chocolate boxesLike a heartbroken bacchusI miss those good old boysThey could still find joy in life to talk aboutI miss those good old boysThey could still find joy in life to talk aboutSo leave that girl behind youOr whatever it is that’s got youWe’ve still got time for one more drink tonightThink what the others would sayIf they saw you in the bathroom, kicking the stall doorThey’d say, « get out of your head for a whileJump into mine, leave it on repeat and it says » »If I’d been a parrotI’d have been a very good parrotAnd if I’d be a parent I’d be my own parentsAnd if that’s not apparent then it will be soon »I miss those good old boysThey could still find joy in life to talk aboutI miss those good old boysThey could still find joy in life to talk aboutI miss those good old boysThey could still find joy in life to talk aboutI miss those good old boysThey could still find joy in life to talk aboutI miss you, miss you, miss youI miss you, miss you, miss youI miss you, miss you, miss youI miss you, miss you, miss youI miss you, miss you, miss youI miss you, miss you, miss youIf you’re trying to liveYou have to own what you doIf you’re trying to liveYou have to own what you doOh, Jesus christ, II wish I could talk like thatBut such is my place in lifeII don’t haveI don’t have any hopeI don’t have any hope leftBut the weather is niceI miss youI miss youI miss youI miss you