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Maybe we could break your ankle, clean and unsuspiciously.
An ER trip, a doctor’s slip,
and you could share your pills with me.
Won’t it feel so good, though, when we’re lying,
side by side, when you can’t move, when I’m not trying?
2000 milligrams each.
A hotel by the pharmacy with drinking straws in toothpaste tubes.
Stash them with your toiletries and I will share my pills with you.
Little Michael sleeping in the child safety seat,
lying with the windows rolled up, in the August heat.
3000 milligrams each,
4000 milligrams.
We’re driving down the interstate,
you’re feeling great,
you scratch your wrist,
and we pretend your kids,
your husband, all you left does not exist.
And in some motel that night we’re lying,
I can barely whisper “it’s like dying.
Baby, do you know what I mean?
Well baby, did you hear me?
Well baby, you fell asleep.”
I know I’m weak, I won't deny we’ll see our trial sometime soon.
But when we know we’re fucked,
I’ll half the pile and share my pills with you.
Cause we’ve felt fully in our bodies,
and we’ve felt totally alive,
so we’re prepared to float above this
dirty bed where we both lie.
Where we lie, lie, lie. Will we be fine?
Not this time.
An ER trip, a doctor’s slip,
and you could share your pills with me.
Won’t it feel so good, though, when we’re lying,
side by side, when you can’t move, when I’m not trying?
2000 milligrams each.
A hotel by the pharmacy with drinking straws in toothpaste tubes.
Stash them with your toiletries and I will share my pills with you.
Little Michael sleeping in the child safety seat,
lying with the windows rolled up, in the August heat.
3000 milligrams each,
4000 milligrams.
We’re driving down the interstate,
you’re feeling great,
you scratch your wrist,
and we pretend your kids,
your husband, all you left does not exist.
And in some motel that night we’re lying,
I can barely whisper “it’s like dying.
Baby, do you know what I mean?
Well baby, did you hear me?
Well baby, you fell asleep.”
I know I’m weak, I won't deny we’ll see our trial sometime soon.
But when we know we’re fucked,
I’ll half the pile and share my pills with you.
Cause we’ve felt fully in our bodies,
and we’ve felt totally alive,
so we’re prepared to float above this
dirty bed where we both lie.
Where we lie, lie, lie. Will we be fine?
Not this time.
Lyrics submitted by Samas
Track duration: 03:50
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When he says, "We'll see our trial sometime soon," he may be expressing that they'll either see a trial in life (for the drug abuse/child neglect), or in the afterlife, when they're judged in the eyes of a higher power.
That's my interpretation. Either way, this song is really beautiful. It kind of reminds me of Lolita, how the main characters are kind of awful people who did terrible things, but you sympathize with them nonetheless.
Great song otherwise though. OR remains true to their original musical landscape here.
you’re feeling great,
you scratch your wrist,
and we pretend your kids,
your husband, all you left does not exist.
And in some motel that night we’re lying,"
Both of them feel like shit and is probably the reason why they started having the affair, and that's where the medical theme comes in. It might be a reference to drugs, but what is for sure is that they're doing it to forget the fact they are in the biggest shit situation of their lives.
Curious how Get Big is also about adultery, but from the viewpoint of the one who was betrayed rather than the cheater. This is most likely the same triangle of love that Next Four Months portrays. God, do I love Okkervil River.