A Fond Farewell - Elliott Smith

The Lite-Brite's now black and white

Cause you took apart a picture that wasn’t right

Pitch burning on a shining sheet

The only maker that you want to meet

A dying man in a living room

Whose shadow paces the floor

Who’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 want to dance

Good and evil match perfect, it’s a great romance

And 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