Getting Saved

It was my birthday and miserable
 So I decided to freak you out
 To see if there's a limit on love
 When you discover what that promise is really all about
 Now I have filthy thoughts about you
 I hope you have the same for me when I'm gone
 I never thought you'd really be the one to leave
 but if that ain't your old
 steamer truck sitting out on the lawn
 Oh is it packed full of your seasons
 Your patterns and your white pants
 And maybe way down in one corner, in a blindfold
 Undeveloped afternoons of film we'll never print
 Oh but it's too hot out to fight
 So I'll just watch that uniformed mustache help you on board
 And I'll look forward to your call from the next town
 Saying "Retrieve me, Honey. But I'm not sorry, I'm just bored"
 From the outside, it's a game
 Where we come from, it's a map
 That leads to buggy beaches and balconys
 And dugout benches or any place I can
 Lay my head down in your lap
 Oh but I'm not looking for peace
 No that's so unnatural
 Well maybe just some little space and borrowed time
 At dusk when you remind me
 You're still, you're still my girl
 I need no banners on the wind
 No I don't need it written in the sky
 No I don't need your sincere proclamations
 Just some refuge from a world
 That takes way more than one eye for an eye
 Some folks, they have a lot to offer
 But I don't believe anyone's getting saved
 So that leaves a lot of time for thinkin'
 Sleepin', dreamin' of the blindfold that you promised on
 My last miserable birthday
 Yeah my birthday