Gin & Ironic

I've been making ends meet

You've let yours end already

We could compare our spite in size

While the room gets our boxing gloves ready

But there's a 25 foot distance

And a six foot wall of strangers

Dividing this room in two

I've been making ends meet

You've let yours end already

On a date with Mr. Fidel Castro to boost morale and...

Keep you steady

M.I.A. on a wall of shipwrecks

Painted that I can't see

Cause I'll keep my head down

I won't admit this gets to me

You can keep your back turned

I know this gets to you too

But it isn't like I've really thought this through

I've been making ends meet

I've made yours end already

New skin in an old Aesics t-shirt

Which she'll cover up with a hoodie

What if you knew we were all out to get you?

I think you'd say...

"I'll keep my head down

I won't admit this gets to me

You can keep your back turned

I know this gets to you too."

In case I haven't gotten through to you

Not a word from anyone around

Not a word from anyone around

A worn out hardwood floor

Dimly lit and hipster covered

Gin and ironic

Only two-hundred decibels too low

But not enough to not hear you say...

"What is he doing here...?

What is he doing...?

What is he doing here tonight?

What is he doing here tonight?"

I'll keep my head down

You can keep your back turned...