Taking Back Sunday Lyrics

11. Everything Must Go

We found a house with a yard
And moved all of my things
And most of your things in
Honey, I was proud of it
Honey, I was proud of you

You quote the good book
When it's convenient 
But you don't have the sense
No, you don't have the sense
To tie your tangled tongue
Instead you slash it through the mud

Some boxes
That hand me down couch and chair
That used to be at your church
We borrowed them from there
A cabinet record player with nothing but James Taylor
Tore the carpets from the corners 
to put in that hardwood floor
I'd be a fool to have asked for more

You quote the good book
When it's convenient 
But you don't have the sense
No, you don't have the sense
To tie your tangled tongue
Instead you slash it through the mud

You quote the good book
When it's convenient 
But you don't have the sense
No, you don't have the sense
To tie your tangled tongue
Instead you slash it through the mud

The love you had but couldn't name
The past that we were stuck between
Beside myself, I stopped to think
Lord, what have I done?

You quote the good book
When it's convenient 
But you don't have the sense
No, you don't have the sense
To tie your tangled tongue
Instead you slash it through the mud

You quote the good book
When it's convenient 
But you don't have the sense
No, you don't have the sense
To tie your tangled tongue
Instead you slash it through the mud

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