TPM

"You told us of your new life there
You got someone coming round
Gluing tinsel to your crown
He's got you talkin' pretty loud

You berate remember
Your ailing heart and your criminal eyes
You say you're still in love
If it's true, what can be done?
It's hard to leave all those moments behind

Called to see
If your back
Was still aligned
And your sheets
All growing grass
All on the corners of your bed"

(The
Shins)