Jenny Lewis & The Watson Twins

I went to a cobbler
To fix a hole in my shoe
He took one look at my face
And said, "I can fix that hole in you"

I beg your pardon?
I'm not looking for a cure
Seen enough of my friends
In the depths of the godsick blues

Enough was enough
I was a little drunk
And looking for company
So I found myself a sweetheart
With the softest of hands
We were unlucky in love
But I'd do it all again

We build ourselves a fire

You don't know what I've done
There was no simple cure
For unlucky in love
To be lonely is a habit
Like smoking or taking drugs
And I've quit them both
But man, was it rough

Now I am tired
It just made me tired

Let's build ourselves a fire