Quickfire, I Tried

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