The National
I’d get myself twisted in threads
To meet you at the Alcott
I’d go to the corner in the back
Where you’d always be
There you are, sitting as usual
With your golden notebook
Writing something about someone
Who used to be me
And the last thing you wanted
Is the first thing I do
I tell you my problems
You tell me the truth
It’s the last thing you wanted
It’s the first thing I do
I tell you that I think I’m falling back in love with you
I sit there silently
Waiting for you to look up
I see you smile when you see it’s me
I had to do something
To break into your golden thinking
How many times will I do this
And you’ll still believe?
It’s the last thing you wanted (Tell me, which side are you on, dear?)
Is the first thing you do (Give me some tips to forget you)
You tell me your problems (Have I become one of your problems)
I tell you the truth (Could it be easy this once?)
It’s the last thing you wanted (Everything that’s mine is a land mine)
It’s the first thing I do (Did my love aid and abet you?)
I tell you that I think I’m falling back in love with you
And I’ll ruin it all over
I’ll ruin it for you
I’ll ruin it all over and over
Like I always do (Why don’t you?)
I’ll ruin it all over (Rain on my parade)
I’ll ruin it for you (Shred my evening gown)
I’ll ruin it all over and over (Read my sentence out loud)
Like I always do (‘Cause I love this curse on our house)
It’s the last thing I wanted (Tell me, which side are you on, dear?)
Is the first thing I do (Give me some tips to forget you)
I tell you my problems (Have I become one of your problems)
And you tell me the truth (Could it be easy this once?)
It’s the last thing I wanted (Everything that’s mine is a land mine)
It’s the first thing I do (Did my love aid and abet you?)
I tell you that I think I’m falling back in love
Back in love with you
Back in love with you