Get High, See Mice - The Smith Street Band

I was going to lie and steal my way to the stars

I was going to do it from the front seat of your unregistered car

I was going to pull my blindfold over everyone

I was going to find a way of making you fall for me when I was

Done

But I’m not that young and I’m not that dumb anymore

No I’m not that young and I’m not that dumb anymore

Always holding hands under the table

With a keen eye for whoever’s more available

Dotted your signatures with love hearts on every little note

Left the first name blank in case someone caught your eye while you wrote

And it’s taken me this long to think with anything but your hips

And I always hated the taste of your pushy, drunken, alcoholic, ashtray lips

But the city gets pretty for those few hours where the trains aren’t running

And I’m knocking down my door in advance

'Cause the wolves are coming, the wolves are coming

And you pity me on the corner of Johnston and Brunswick

Singing my heart out for loose change with my acoustic

Spending rainy days indoors trying to turn other people’s protest songs into

beautiful music

And I’m haunted by the ghosts of my more famous friends

I spend every season complaining waiting for the season to end

I like to think that I’m encompassing but I’m always getting comfortable

You never gave me twenty minutes just to catch my breath

'Cause you were kissing me, or fucking someone else

But the city gets pretty for those few hours where the trains aren’t running

And I’m knocking down my door in advance

'Cause the wolves are coming, the wolves are coming

I’m not coming back to the bars we used to drink at

Or the drinks we used to sleep

Or the people we used to drink with

Became the people that we used

Ever since you said you saw a mouse in my house

Every single time I get high I see mice

And the people that we used to drink with

Became the people that we used

And the city gets pretty for those few hours when the trains aren’t running

What’s that, and I think I hear the wolves coming

But the city gets pretty for those few hours when the trains aren’t running

And I think I hear the wolves coming

I’m knocking down my door in advance

Cause the wolves are coming, the wolves are coming