No Hands Bicycle

No hands bicycle Best served when it's cold And it's okay if the answer to the question is I don't know 'Cause you smell like cinnamon, you smell like a ghost You're not the one I came to dance with, but I think l miss you the most And days and cities roll into dust tonight You tell me everything's political, and goddamn, I think you're right 'Cause we sing lullabies to the unkind Love songs to pretty girls who don't care Drinking songs to children to put them to sleep at night We're swimming against the tide And I feel like a sucker I go to work every day And I think I'm getting broker, the more money that I make My back's so tired from the weight of the past And everything's like an answer to a question I'd never ask And we sing lullabies to the unkind Love songs to pretty girls who don't care Drinking songs to children to put them to sleep at night We're swimming against the tide Swimming against the tide Oh, and I get along And you never say (you never say) And it always seems like something's coming up or going away And life's a liar (life's a liar) Life's a liar (life's a liar) Tell me something new What a joke (what a joke), what a joke What a joke, what a joke And I think I'm gonna stay here 'til the glasses are all broke And sing songs in Spanish And throw my money around And drink with all the vampires that play their music way too loud And I'll sing lullabies to the unkind Love songs to pretty girls who don't care Drinking songs to children to put them to sleep at night We're swimming against the tide We're swimming against the tide