La Dispute — For Mayor in Splitsville lyrics

The page contains the lyrics of the song "For Mayor in Splitsville" by La Dispute.

Lyrics

Funny what you think of after a collapse
While lying in the dirt the first thing that comes back is never quite what
you’d have guessed
And if you could have, you probably would’ve said you’d check if all your limbs
were intact still and then try to get out
We played house with the neighbors in their basement
Sister made me husband she was older so I did her bidding
I remember once their dad came in said, «You think this is bad?
You don’t know the half.» And he laughed.
It’s funny what things come back
The first things you see
How he sort of smiled like it’s only a joke but he was lying
There was something else inside of his eyes
All those secrets people tell to little children
Are warnings that they give them
Like, «Look, I’m unhappy. Please don’t make the same mistake as me.»
Why are those old worn out jokes on married life told at toasts at receptions
still?
How does it never occur how often couples get burned and end uncertain in Splitsville?
Funny what you think of in the wreckage, lying there in the dirt and the dust
and the glass
How you’re suddenly somewhere, in the desert, in the nighttime, and it’s
getting close to Christmas
And then her and that movie voice she uses when she reads,
«Welcome to the Land of Enchantment» from a highway sign
And it’s late so you take the next exit
When that trip ended we came back the rent was due I was jobless
I guess in retrospect I should’ve sensed decay
Then that day, how you said, «I just don’t know» and I promised
We’d rearrange things to fix the mess I’d made here
But I guess in the end we just moved furniture around 3X
But I guess in the end it sort of feels like every day it’s harder to stay
happy where you are
There are all these ways to look through the fence into your neighbor’s yard
Why even risk it? It’s safer to stay distant
When it’s so hard now to just be content
Because there’s always something else
Now I’m proposing my own toast, composing my own joke for those married men
Maybe I’m miserable, I’d rather run for mayor in Splitsville than suffer your
jokes again