Trophy Scars - Don't Fuss Over Spiders Thrown lyrics

I read it in a book, my biased dirty looks. "Unhand me, you crook." I saw it in her face; She made a big mistake. That word's not hers to take. No. This is the joke, so listen up close: Those bodies below are people you know. Dig them all up, Connect all the dots, And see what you got... Not a whole lot... A lot, a lot, a lot All that he knows is all that she is: A quiet small girl with some guilt and the pa**ion of saying "Oh well, It's personal. So stop listening in!." I can argue all night in the cold Over TV static and snow or the hum on the radio. Listen to john 'cause here comes a solo. He plays all the right chords. We argue over the same two words: Spiders thrown. Its so unofficial but, its all over the f**ing news. You gotta sit down. We gotta talk about this one pal, we gotta talk about this one. This one thinks I'm a dreamer, oh yeah I'm a dreamer. I'm taking the next train to Florida where it's warmer. I won't argue any longer over spiders. They say it's easy when you're the one who's leaving. So I guess we're f**ing even, right? Sit the f** down and shut up! I need to say a couple things to myself. "What am I doing?" "What's this song?" I can't remember my teeth and my skin. "Why the grin?" I'm still knee deep in sin. Oh, I'm so existential, pretentious with pencils, A market a staple, awkward and able, A cowboy who reads much to much noise, And I can't keep from drinking when I'm out with the boys Over "Spiders thrown."