Untied - Superchunk

I stand on one end of the board

She drops the rock hard on the other end

And i’m flying through the air

And it’s a trip i never planned

And i didn’t bring much with me

You wouldn’t let me bring much with me

But you’re riding now beside me

So where will we land?

You pull the string and i come untied

Pull the string and i come untied

It’s always me coming to your door

With some stuff i found in the trash

And these things i brought you before

Well i guess they didn’t match

So now whenever you are down

Take me down with you

Pull the string and i come untied

Pull the string and i come untied

What’s the use if this thing has died?