Jonah, You Mustn't Refuse My Offer Lyrics

Take my word, don't mix the pinks and the blues

Felt like a buried sword before the war that disappears before the afternoon

Don't take my word, have a tendency towards vitriol and the absurd

Like a mockingbird, regurgitate the tunes because I can't recall how to make a sound for you

Clyde had been too long in the bathroom

Told Caleb to kick in the door but he was passed out too

Knocked a few times, tumbled into the neighbors room

Struggled with their window, so I smashed it with the rocks in my shoes.

Three stories below, the manager

Still didn't know her name but I've gathered her husband is the janitor

Boris and I leapt from the balcony

The police were on their way, and we hoped Clyde was just asleep

Slipped a note through the cracks:

"Hey kid, we're sorry, but we're never coming back"

Thought I wrote you but I forgot

Thought I wrote you but I forgot

Thought I wrote you but I forgot who to send it to