Rims - King Creosote

Oh we’ll have a final time

On our west-coast drive

Together demented laughing at her bold lights

You’ll not mention him

I’ll not mention her

We’ll not mention any of this back home with our lies

Weary of spies

And their crinkled up shirts

And their discarded ties

I am the worst

I am the worst

That year I mixed up yin and yang

All the good I thought I did you turned out bad

Helping you out, blind eye turned

Lashes battered, lashes burnt

You spoke to others, should you let them remind you

But you have a brand new

Let me remind you but you have a brand new

Some village bike you turned out to be

Cycled off no tears me

Some village bike you turned out to be

Cycled off no brakes for me

I am the worst

I am the worst

I am the worst

I am the worst

Oh we’ll have a final time

On our west-coast drive

Together demented laughing at her bold lights

You’ll not mention him

I’ll not mention her

We’ll not mention any of this back home with our lies

Weary of spies

And their crinkled up shirts

And their discarded ties