Album Of The Year Songtext

(Or so I'd like to believe)



She took me to her mother's house

Outside of town where the stars hang down

She said she'd never seen someone so lost

I said I'd never felt so found

And then I kissed her on the cheek

And so she kissed me on the mouth



The spring was popping daises up
Around rusted trucks and busted lawn chairs

We moved into a studio in Council Bluffs

To save a couple bucks

Where the mice came out at night

Neighbors were screaming all the time



We'd make love in the afternoons

To Chelsea Girls and Bachelor #2

I'd play for her some songs I wrote

She'd joke and say I'm shooting through the roof

I'd say, ?They're all for you, dear

I'll write the album of the year?



And I know she loved me then

I swear to God she did

It was the way she'd bite my lower lip

And push her hips against my hips

And dig her nails so deep into my skin



The first time that I met her

I was convinced I had finally found the one

She was convinced I was under the influence

Of all those drunken romantics

I was reading Fante at the the time

I had Bukowski on my mind



She got a job at Jacob's

Serving cocktails to the local drunks

Against her will, I fit the the bill

I perched down at the end of the bar

She said, ?Space is not just a place for stars

I gave you an inch, you want a house with a yard?



And I know she loved me once

But those days are done

She used to call me every day

From a pay phone on her break for lunch

Just to say she can't wait to come home



The last time that I saw her

She was picking through which records were hers

Her clothes were packed in boxes

With some pots and pans and books and a toaster

Just then a mouse scurried across the floor



We started laughing until it didn't hurt

We started laughing until it didn't hurt

We started laughing until it didn't hurt

We started laughing until it didn't hurt

We started laughing until it didn't hurt