Plus Ones - Okkervil River

No one wants to hear about your 97th tear

So dry your eyes or let it go uncried, my dear

I am all out of love to mouth into your ear

And not above letting a love song disappear

Before it’s written

And no one wants a tune about the 100th luftballoon

That was seen shooting from the window of your room

To be a spot against the sky’s colossal gloom

And land, deflated, in some neighbor state that’s strewn

With 99 others

8 Chinese brothers

Well, there’s a reason why the last is smiling wide

And sitting higher than the others

Swinging his arms

You would probably die before you shot up 9 miles high

Your eyes dilated as light plays upon the sight

Of TVC16 as it sings you goodnight

Relaxed as hell and locked up in cell 45

I hope you’re feeling better

The 51st way to leave your lover

Admittedly, doesn’t seem to be

As gentle or as clean as all the others

Leaving its scars

All in the after-hours of some Greenpoint bar

I told you I can’t listen, baby, about the 4th time you were a lady

And how your forthrightness betrayed a secret shyness

Stripped away by days of being hailed as «Your Highness»

And what’s new, pussycat, is that you were once a lioness

They cut your claws out

Kitten, not everyone’s keen on lighting candle 17

The party’s done.

The cake’s all gone.

The plates are clean

The chauffeur’s leering from the cheerless mezzanine

And, in just one year, the straight world can pay to see

What they have been missing

You were caught kissing 8 Chinese brothers

But there’s a reason why the last is smiling wide and sitting higher than the

others

Stinking with charm

And he says, «Lets get lost, let them send out alarms»

He says, «Let's get crossed out and come to harm»

«Lets make the world’s stupidest stand and truly mean it

Let’s hit the limit of loss over lover’s arms

No, let’s exceed it»