Quickfire, I tried to be your solitude
And to border and protect and to greet you
Quickfire, I tried to be fun
But by the time that I was drunk you were gone
And quickfire, I tried to not be sad
But the fabric wore away upon my knee
And quickfire, I tried to be romantic
But the silver is still waiting on the mantle
Where your mother left it sitting last fall
Aa-da-da
And quickfire, I tried to take your gifts
But I cannot change the way I hate most objects
And quickfire, I thought about the prize
But they told me that I’d have to compromise
And quickfire, I tried to be good
But my fathers live inside me like old servants
And quickfire, I tried to not go crazy
But the winter got inside me anyway
And it knows how long to stay
Aa-da-da
Quickfire, are we bound to be alone?
Or be together like a stone is with a stone?
Quickfire, we are bound to be alone
Or be together like a stone is with a stone
And Quickfire I have tried to be a genius
But my mind is in a million fucking pieces
And I have tried to grow old
And I have tried to do it gracefully
But inside I am still eighteen on the branches of the willow
And quickfire, I have tried to settle down
But I am lifted by the sirens in my blood
And they are not done their song
Aa-da-da
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