here’s the thing: i wrote you a song.
it wasn’t very long and i never really sang it in key
but you were looking at me
and i wanted to belong
or be someone, or something other than a locked door.
here’s the thing: we never really started singing
before the strings got all detuned and my ears started ringing
it was more an idea, or maybe an ideal
than something that ever could’ve been real
but that was okay with me
so i cut the strings free with a chainsaw.
here’s the thing: i do my best thinking
alone and the next thing i knew we were sinking
into distant places of who am i kidding
c'mon now, we were screwed from the beginning
do you think van gogh sent his girlfriend his ear
because she told him that he never listened?
i think that’s probably what happened
i think that’s probably what happened there
i’m pretty sure that’s what happened
i think the message was pretty clear
here’s the thing: we said we’d say if it got weird.
— the Mountain Goats, “Prius Up On Blocks"