Berlin Got Blurry (模糊的柏林) - Parquet Courts

Written By：Austin Brown/Andrew Savage/Sean Yeaton/Max Savage

Doner wrappers unwrapped and extinguished

Crotch of a rollie inside yellow fingers

Nothing lasts but nearly everything lingers in life

Cellphone service is not that expensive

But that takes commitment and you just don't have it

Feels so effortless to be a stranger

But feeling foreign is such a lonely habit

You can't crop yourself out of the picture

Out of focus but still framed inside

Well Berlin got blurry

And my heart started hurting for you

Loudmouthed living got you some attention

And second chances given without doubt

'Guess you've got a history but it's not worth a mention tonight

Kind ears captive to the beers you've purchased

Sipping through your seeds of plaster confession

Telling pretty stories is it your sole purpose

Telling everybody that you've learned your lesson

But no ones falling for that nice guy b******t

They waited years you can wait one night

Well Berlin got blurry

When my eyes started telling it to

Funny how it charms you that teutonic frankness

Listen and it arms you with a new kind of patience

Maybe it alarms you cause it tastes so familiar and wild

French fries hot-dog ketchup are the main ingredients

Swears in flawless english it's the best in town

Funny how a sameness cannot be distinguished

Strangeness is relieving when you're pointed out

Emails poems slogans on example

Of three things I can't unify

Well Berlin got blurry

As my thoughts all hurried to you