our broken down little car,

LITTLE MOTEL

i hope that you like it in your little motel

and i hope that the suite sleeps and suits you well 

well i can see it as time and as sight through smell

that's why it's nice to be by yourself

we treat mishaps like sinking ships

and i know that i don't want to be out to drift

well i can see it in your eyes like i taste your lips

and they both tell me that we're better than this

we trade tit for tat yeah like that for this 

and i don't think that there was an insult that was missed

i can see it in your eyes like i taste your lips 

and i'm very sorry

'cause that's what i'm waiting for

that's what i'm waiting for

that's what i'm waiting for aren't i

that's what i'm waiting for

that's what i'm waiting for

that's what i'm waiting for darling

the reaminders of a shooting star landed

directly on our broken down little car 

before then we had made a wish 

that we would be missed 

if one or another just did not exist

modest mouse

xx