Elliott Smith

I got a choke chain
Made out of nightrain
To keep your memory down,
In quicksand from the main man,
To drown everything out.

We were out on a joyride
Fucked up from insides,
Always at a dead stall,
From sticking pins in a miniature man
Who can’t feel it at all.

See you later,
See you later
If I see you at all,
See you later.

Walk through thick mud
Looking for new blood,
Thinking I heard your name,
Cruel imagination still giving me pain,
Just to find you with your masterminder
Running your affairs,
Saying how you're better now
Since it killed all your other cares.

See you later,
See you later,
If I see you at all,
See you later,
See you later,
If I see you at all,
See you later,
See you later,
If I see you at all,
See you later.