Cotton Crush - Kevin Devine

And the bricks get laid

And they get torn up

And laid again

But the bricks always get torn up again

And your friends won’t wait

So don’t believe that shit

When they say they’ll wait

Cause trust me;

your friends will not wait for you

Then you’ll be stoned in some park

Just nodding your head and pinching your arms

When a girl walks along

She’s humming your song

With your t-shirt on

That’s when you’re done

Oh, that’s when you’re done

There’s a cotton crush

In the southern states

But back up here, man

We’ve got so much thread and space

To waste, waste, waste

And there’s a microphone

Picking every word up

And it shuts itself off

When it’s sure that it’s heard enough

The quiet can scrape

All the calm from your bones

But maybe it should

Maybe we need to be hollowed

To get up and grow

And stop fucking around

To kick off our braces and start straightening out

Let’s sift through the static

To find a simpler sound

Than the shit that’s clouding our heads now

And I will remember that summer

As the summer I was taking steroids

Because you like a man with muscles

And I like you