Argue from Parlor by Shabby Car

Tracklist

8.	Argue	3:16

Lyrics

We could just
talk
and
talk
and
talk
until tempests blow out of our mouths
and our words covered the hillsides
and we both die of tongue exhaustion

Let my tombstone say:
"My dear,
I still think I was right
But I think I said it in the wrong way
And for that I am sorry"

And in another half a century there will be no one left
who remembers us
just some grass upon the hillside
where they buried us

I want to grow old in fascination with you
think about all of the ugly ideas we could chew upon!
I want to grow old in fascination with you