Anecdote

You pin the medals to your chest

And settle down for seven minutes rest

You dim the lights, administer the cure

You tried it several times, you're still not sure

You take the first one for free

And pass it off to me

I don't refuse

Baby, if you only knew

But I don't think you do

You take the lines from ordinary books

You're disappointed in the way she looks

You cut the circulation to your hand

And calculate the motion of the land

Then you, fall back asleep

And wander down the street that losers use

Don't say you feel the same way too

Momma, I don't think you do

You cut the worms and bait them on the hooks

You cast a line towards the closest brooks

You meet the girl who says she knows the plan

You act impressed and say you understand

Cause you, like to believe, that all that love is free

For someone like you, will never be lonely, or get the blues

But darlin', it's not true