Pickin' the ticks off of you
"If you need me, I'll call you"
In wino shoes, he drags his feet
And I'll crawl toward you unkillably

Reality TV argument bleeds
Through the floor when I go to sleep
Walk over the wet boards of a wooden bridge
When I don't feel like bein' comforted

Melting outward like a movie
Burning from the screen
You and your broke dick sincerity
The bar light flickering

With high beams on, we're driving slow
Through the doglegged logging road
Look back and watch the engine blow
Through the darkness and the dripping snow