Cole porter

Her irving berlin optimism can't touch my cole porter sad
She fell asleep before the television
Me and the tv are insomniacs
And we both know this can't last
We both know this can't last
Beware of people who carry grudges
They've got atlas's shoulders and his patience
Clara pours my coffee on the weekends and it never burns even when she misses
She keeps my stories in her apron
And her beauty soaks through the bless-less plot twists
We both know they can't last
And as i'm walking out the door
I see her tip jar is full of wrinkled washingtons
My streets are lined with battered fords
And they say god bless america's recyclables
God damn china's reproduction
If your heart goes out to every dying people
Who's heart stays home with the living ones?
And i know all about this country
And i know it can't last
I get dizzy watching the news on my tv
They say i just get up too fast
And my grandmother died applying her makeup so they just covered up her face
Sometimes i'm crying when i wake up
I have this dream i'm being chased
And i should've known she wouldn't last
And i should've been there by her bed
Tonight i caught myself considering heaven
Because today i realized she is dead
And i know i can't last