The Last Time That She Talked to Me

Walked around forever trying to find some other bank machine
That wasn’t gonna hit me with a service fee
I just remembered it was January 2nd
'Cause everyone was throwing out their Christmas tree
I can’t even figure out whoever’s in the party house
I’m out here on the front lawn with the head wound
Yeah sure you’re gonna move out to the city
Forgive me if I don’t believe you
I never did believe you
In the gardens all the trees were strung with speakers
They drowned us in the hiss of tambourines
I stumbled on some stunning new sincerity
It was the first time that I really felt the speed
It was the last time that she talked to me
Didn’t realize when I scouted the location
That I was standing with her new man
And of course he made a joke about the jumpsuit
When the band went into Caravan
If that’s the kind of clever that gets her at the buzzer
I guess that I was buzzing up the wrong tree
I wasn’t half as bad as what she must have thought I was
The last time that she talked to me
The last time that she talked to me
If all of my existence is ever on exhibit
Tell the curator to emphasize the tape machine
'Cause that’s what she was sitting on
When we finally started kissing on
The last time that she talked to me
In the entrance there was barely any mention
That the armies were amassing in the streets
The lingering suspicions of a million Hare Krishnas
Hissing from the speakers in the trees
In the kitchen there were signs that she was slipping
Someone saw her breaking off the tape machine
All I really said was that the clicks were in her head
It was the last time that she talked to me