Runner Ups - Kurt Vile
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Runner Ups Lyrics
Hey old man, how many times we gotta tell you
We don't want a number, where you been so long?
Hey girl, come on over
That'll be just fineIf it ain't workin', take a whiz on the world
An entire nation drinkin' from a dirty truck
My best friend's long gone
But I got runner ups, yeahWhen I walk in, my head is practically dragging
Yeah, and all I ever see is just a whole lot of dirt
My whole life's been one long running gag
Two packs of red apples for the long ride homeWell you know, babySee you walking till you took a wrong way train
Then you sat down and couldn't get upMy best friend's long gone
But I got runner upsI don't know if it's real but it's how I feel
Don't if you really came but I feel dumb in asking
You should have been an actor, she's so domineering
Take two eyed gold earrings for your troubles, manVisibly dark points of future in a faze
Instead of standing, I'm running around
The sharpest tool in school doesn't know what's upMy best friend's long gone
But I got runner ups, yeah