The Ends

Pick up a telephone and make the best of flesh and bone
Take down the book of drinks and separate the words from ink
Put on a teenage face and turn it just in time of just in case
I wonder how you feel
I sleep between the seats and wake up at the wheel
Don’t talk to your ex — there, I said it
Evelyn, let go of crooked cops and time machines
They’ll only break your heart and bury it beneath the deleted scenes
I know just how you feel
The furs are fake but the animals are for real, so stay close to me
I’m braver than you
I know what to do
Just don’t tell your friends
Don’t talk about the truth it bends
No matter what today pretends, no matter how you see the means, these are the
ends
Look at the note you saved, the evidence in every line
Pin it to your chest and sell a song to anyone, I guess
You know how I feel, a curtain for a coat and nothing to reveal
But you’ve got the looks and I’ve got the luck
It’s not all that complicated
If you believe in me, then you believe in evolution
Are you taking me home?
It’s a lot like home
You don’t have to unless you want to