Fond Farewell

Elliott Smith · From A Basement On The Hill [2004]

The litebrite's now black and white

They took apart a picture that wasn't right

Pitch burning on a shining sheet

The only maker that you'd want to meet

A dying man in a living room whose shadow paces the floor

He'll take you out any open door



This is not my life

It's just a fond farewell to a friend

It's not what I'm like

It's just a fond farewell to a friend

Who couldn't get things right

A fond farewell to a friend



He said, "Really I just wanna dance"

Good and evil matched perfect, it's a great romance

I can deal with some psychic pain

If it'll slow down my higher brain

Veins full of disappearing ink, vomiting in the kitchen sink

Disconnecting from the missing link



This is not my life

It's just a fond farewell to a friend

It's not what I'm like

It's just a fond farewell to a friend

Who couldn't get things right

A fond farewell to a friend



I see you're leaving me and taking up with the enemy

The cold comfort of the in-between

A little less than a human being

A little less than a happy high, a little less than a suicide

The only things that you really tried



This is not my life

It's just a fond farewell to a friend

It's not what I'm like

It's just a fond farewell to a friend

Who couldn't get things right

A fond farewell to a friend

This is not my life

It's just a fond farewell to a friend