All Your Jeans Were Too Tight
Everything I say sounds clumsy and dumb
Trying to make you feel better
Is like trying to trick St. Peter
Tuesdays and Thursdays I remember
The Star's well drink special
A well cheap as the tide
Like that one that swallowed you up
Yeah, you could really get f~cked up
You and I brawl
To give me all your clothes
I looked like a fool
To give everything away
I put my flowers in your window
To hide a world nobody would ever prize
And all of this vanity would be funny
If it didn't hurt so much
You and I brawl
All you and I had to throw away
Was a cowardly pile of sheets
And a heartbeat that couldn't carry you
To want something better
The street screwdrivers were like TNT
And he said, "Your agony
Is such an obvious barge to tow."
That not even a mother could drop
And he took his advice he said,
"Drop your disappointment
Like you drop a grand piano."
You and I brawl
To give me all your clothes
But all your jeans were too tight
And why did you paint your bathroom black
I can understand liking Barbara Streisand
But I'm not sure about the soundtrack from Diva
And what was up with the tanning salon
I'm sorry I said anything about the tattoo
But did you really need another earring
And I hope that you know that I really loved you
And we had a good time, didn't we?
Todos tus jeans estaban demasiado ajustados
Todo lo que digo suena torpe y tonto
Tratar de hacerte sentir mejor
Es como intentar engañar a San Pedro
Los martes y jueves recuerdo
La oferta de tragos baratos de The Star
Tan barata como la marea
Como esa que te engulló
Sí, realmente podías emborracharte
Tú y yo peleamos
Para que me dieras toda tu ropa
Me veía como un tonto
Al darlo todo
Puse mis flores en tu ventana
Para ocultar un mundo que nadie valoraría nunca
Y toda esta vanidad sería graciosa
Si no doliera tanto
Tú y yo peleamos
Todo lo que tú y yo tuvimos que desechar
Fue un montón cobarde de sábanas
Y un latido que no podía sostenerte
Para querer algo mejor
Los destornilladores de calle eran como TNT
Y él dijo, 'Tu agonía
Es un barco tan obvio para remolcar'
Que ni siquiera una madre podría soltar
Y siguió su consejo, dijo,
'Suelta tu decepción
Como sueltas un piano de cola'
Tú y yo peleamos
Para que me dieras toda tu ropa
Pero todos tus jeans estaban demasiado ajustados
Y ¿por qué pintaste tu baño de negro?
Puedo entender que te guste Barbara Streisand
Pero no estoy seguro del soundtrack de Diva
Y ¿qué pasó con el salón de bronceado?
Lamento haber dicho algo sobre el tatuaje
Pero ¿realmente necesitabas otro arete?
Y espero que sepas que realmente te amé
¿Y nos divertimos, verdad?