Tim Kasher...probably one of the most underrated singer songwriters of all time.
I wonder why this song never made it on an album...I know that it became "Driftwood" by Cursive later, but actually I prefer this version more ..
Oh Valentine, you were never mine
So nevermind my resentment towards you, or reasons for killing you
A fling for the winter, a bed full of splinters
So here's your records back,
I made sure all of them were smashed
Only half the damage you did behind my back
Here's the telephone, I won't be needing one at all
'Cause if you ever call me I'd probably die of shock
And you say that I hurt you, in a voice like a prayer.
Yeah, you say that I've hurt you, and your voice is like a prayer.
Yeah, well maybe I hurt you sometimes, but let's contrast and compare .
Lift up your shirt, the wound isn't there.
I guess that your truth, is just the ghost of your lies I guess your kind of truth, is just the ghost of your lies Yeah, your kind of truth, darling, is just the ghost of your lies.
I see through them all the time.
I'm pouring some whiskey right now, I'm going to get so, so drunk.