slipped

I'm in the city you hated;
My eyes are falling.
Counting the clicks with the living dead;
My eyes are red.
I'm in the crush, and I hate it,
My eyes are falling.

I'm having trouble inside my skin,
I tried to keep my skeletons in.

Is it weird to be back in the South,
And can they even tell
That the city girl was ever there,
Or anywhere?

I'm having trouble inside my skin,
I tried to keep my skeletons in.
I'll be a friend, and a fuck-up,
And everything,

But I'll never be
Anything you ever want me to be.

I keep coming back here, where everything...slipped...
But I will not spill my guts out.
I keep coming back here, where everything...slipped...
But I will not spill my guts out.

I don't need any help to be breakable, believe me;
I know nobody else who can laugh along to any kind of joke.
I won't need any help to be lonely when you leave me,

It'll be easy to cover;
Gather my skeletons far inside.
It'll be summer in Dallas
Before I realize...

I don't want you to grieve, but I want you to sympathize, alright?
I can't blame you for losing your mind for a little while--so did I.
I don't want you to change, but I want you to recognize that I...

It'll be easy to cover;
Gather your skeletons far inside.
It'll be summer in Dallas
Before you realize

That I'll never be
Anything you ever want me to be.

I keep coming back here, where everything...slipped...
But I will not spill my guts out.
I keep coming back here, where everything...slipped...
But I will not spill my guts out.

-The National

A love song dedicated to my complicated relationship with this small town, and all the people and events that I associate with it--no other song could describe it any better.