Elliott Smith - "A Fond Farewell"

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The Litebrite's now black and white,
'Cos you took apart a picture that wasn't right.
Pitch burning on a shining sheet,
The only maker that you want to meet,
A dying man in a living room,
Whose shadow paces the floor,
Who'll take you out in the open door.

This is not my life.
It's just a fond farewell to a friend.
It's not what I'm like.
It's just a fond farewell to a friend.
Who couldn't get things right.
A fond farewell to a friend.

He said really I just want to dance,
Good and evil match perfect, it's a great romance,
And I can deal with some psychic pain.
If it'll slow down my higher brain,
Veins full of disappearing ink,
Vomiting in your kitchen sink,
Disconnecting from the missing link.

This is not my life.
It's just a fond farewell to a friend.
It's not what I'm like.
I'ts just a fond farewell to a friend.
Who couldn't get things right.
A fond farewell to a friend.

I see you're leaving me,
And taking up with the enemy.
The cold comfort of the in-between,
A little less than a human being,
A little less than a happy high,
A little less than a suicide,
The only things that you really tried.

This is not my life.
It's just a fond farewell to a friend.
It's not what I'm like.
It's just a fond farewell to a friend.
Who couldn't get things right.
A fond farewell to a friend.
This is not my life.
It's just a fond farewell to a friend.