Lyrics of Social wedding rings

In a motel room in colorado springs,
We learned what impatience brings
To women who fool around.
That summer was a strung-out mess,
And you swore to god you had the perfect fix,
And a plan to get us out.

You said, "don't you turn around.
Leave your strings at the door,
And just walk out."

I sat in the living room
And watched your girlfriend pack her things
To move away from you.
Our record: buffy sainte-marie,
And we held hands and cried
'til we couldn't see anything.

You said, "don't you turn around.
You wouldn't like what you found here anyhow."

So i took a red-eye from the bay,
Watched you watch the taxi pull away
From mission street.
The next time we would meet
Would be a train wreck of nerves and sexless sleep.
Mistakes made, empty hymns.

I said, "don't you make a sound.
Nothing's careful in desire,
Especially now."

There were no accidents;
We asked for this.
But the south is not out west.
There's nothing gentle about
Our stomachs full of gin.
We are alive, and we have no regrets.

In a farmhouse in the piedmont hills,
We learned what impatience wills
To women who fool around.
If thievery has a voice to to sing
It's the choice and sound of moving hands
Over social wedding rings.

I said, "don't you turn around.
Leave your strings at the door,
And just walk out."