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letra de los margaritos - mark kozelek with ben boye and jim white

thank you for dinner last night at los margaritos
i’m sorry i complained about the quality of the beef in my burrito
i’m sorry i said i’d rather be eating a bag of cheetos
i’m sorry i said i’d rather be bathing in a bathtub full of fritos
i wish we could go back right now to los margaritos
i wish we could all go back right now to los margaritos
now everyone has flown away and i’m watching the day fade
i’ve got no plans tonight, n0body’s calling, it’s a sat-rday
it’s april fool’s and i’ve got no pranks, no practical jokes today
i’m the -ssh0l- alone on the couch who rained on everyone’s parade
now i’m sitting here alone watching the tourists’ boat float away
now i’m sitting here watching the ferry boat float away

in the moment i couldn’t help but wish to wiggle out
i try to put my smiling face on but i couldn’t control my bow, pow pow pow pow
and the kids are young, i feel so dumb
cause i never know what to say to them
and i sit there remembering the time i was their age in amazement [?]
it’s complicated stuff, my brain is like a loaded washer being spun
spun, my brain is like a loaded washer being spun

thank you for dinner last night, it really was the sweetest thing
it’s nice remembering now, as things can be in hindsight you’re reflecting
the guacamole wasn’t bad, the chips were okay
the lemon wedge was fresh, right there on the edge of my gl-ss of iced tea
i wish i was big enough to overcome my tension and my unease
but who says sitting around with those who you love is always an easy breeze?
who says sitting around with those whom you love is an easy breeze?
the elements and idiosyncrasies and convoluted complexities
the baggage, the history, what things are like now
compared to how they used to be
remember the times we put our toes in the ocean and we went tidepooling?
remember when we could walk to the sh0r- and back without moaning or groaning?
i’m definitely not a kid anymore, going yard to yard lawnmowing
i’m definitely not a kid anymore, going from house to house corning
we’re definitely not kids anymore
in the backseat of our parent’s car, taking trips to niagara falls
we’re definitely not kids anymore
wondering if our parents are in the other room, listening to our phone calls

anyhow, thank you again for dinner at los margaritos
next time, dinner on me, let’s try chapino’s
it’s lonely tonight, eating my celery sticks and sipping on pellegrino
i wish we could all be together again right now
straining our necks to watch kitty cat video
together as a family having dinner at los margaritos
i wish we could all go back right now to los margaritos
i wish we could all go back right now to los margaritos

- mark kozelek with ben boye and jim white

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