when disasters unfold,
we’re all ready to see
who comes out on top…
and when all the luck runs out
we’re all ready to learn
which friends come around,
and which ones totally stop…
do we still jump up and down
and throw our fists in the air?
when the home team is good again
but the old chums you used to watch
the games with
have all grown up…
and you all look at yourselves
and realize, wow,
we’ve all turned out so damn boring…
it’s good after a good fuck
to hang around naked
for a while…
let your skin soak up
all the boyfriend air
and all the girlfriend air…
while our heart rates fall…
always we fall back down,
down, down…
and some sitcom keeps playing,
low-vol in the background —
distant laugh tracks and cum rags,
and suddenly
life is worth living again
Garbage Notes: