Be still for a second while I try and try
to pin your flowers on.
Can you carry my drink, I have everything else.
I can tie my tie all by myself.
I'm getting tired.
I'm forgetting why.
Oh, we're so disarming, darling.
Everything we did believe
is diving diving diving off the balcony.

Tired and wired, we ruin too easy.
Sleep in our clothes, and wait for winter to leave.

Hold ourselves together
with our arms around the stereo
for hours.

While it sings to itself, or whatever it does.
While it sings to itself of its long-lost loves.
I'm getting tired.
I'm forgetting why.

Tired and wired, we ruin too easy.
Sleep in our clothes, and wait for winter to leave.
And I'll be with you behind the couch
when they come
on a different day
just like this one.

--"Apartment Story", The National