Lyrics Get High, See Mice - The Smith Street Band

Get High, See Mice

I was going to lie and steal my way to the stars
I was going to do it from the front seat of your unregistered car
I was going to pull my blindfold over everyone
I was going to find a way of making you fall for me when I was
Done
But I’m not that young and I’m not that dumb anymore
No I’m not that young and I’m not that dumb anymore
Always holding hands under the table
With a keen eye for whoever’s more available
Dotted your signatures with love hearts on every little note
Left the first name blank in case someone caught your eye while you wrote
And it’s taken me this long to think with anything but your hips
And I always hated the taste of your pushy, drunken, alcoholic, ashtray lips
But the city gets pretty for those few hours where the trains aren’t running
And I’m knocking down my door in advance
'Cause the wolves are coming, the wolves are coming
And you pity me on the corner of Johnston and Brunswick
Singing my heart out for loose change with my acoustic
Spending rainy days indoors trying to turn other people’s protest songs into
beautiful music
And I’m haunted by the ghosts of my more famous friends
I spend every season complaining waiting for the season to end
I like to think that I’m encompassing but I’m always getting comfortable
You never gave me twenty minutes just to catch my breath
'Cause you were kissing me, or fucking someone else
But the city gets pretty for those few hours where the trains aren’t running
And I’m knocking down my door in advance
'Cause the wolves are coming, the wolves are coming
I’m not coming back to the bars we used to drink at
Or the drinks we used to sleep
Or the people we used to drink with
Became the people that we used
Ever since you said you saw a mouse in my house
Every single time I get high I see mice
And the people that we used to drink with
Became the people that we used
And the city gets pretty for those few hours when the trains aren’t running
What’s that, and I think I hear the wolves coming
But the city gets pretty for those few hours when the trains aren’t running
And I think I hear the wolves coming
I’m knocking down my door in advance
Cause the wolves are coming, the wolves are coming