Story Behind The Song

Reflecting back on past relationships and looking at people who have been married for awhile I thought of the stages in which love morphs and how it sometimes is only convenient. Like Jello Biafra said, "give me convenience or give me death".

Song Description

Too lazy to love, too tired to argue.

Lyrics

Compromise
You walked in the door looking like you conquered the world
And me on the couch, too lazy to fish up a compliment
I lied awake in bed wanting some but the ache in your head got me none
And it's something I don't think that a pill will cure
If we were stuck in a boat with a TV remote
and no TV to watch, just each other's faces
we'd fight over it til none of us won and call it entertainment

As we grow old, our words will fill our heads with bullet holes

Because it's always been just up and down it's easy to see
That the seesaw of life hinges on our energy
Long after doctor Phil is dead in his grave
It'll all come down to what part of us do we wanna save

Was there ever a master of compromise?
If so, was he sheltered, deaf dumb and blind?

How many sentences til both of us build up an immunity?
How many can we pass without impunity?
Cause I often think, we're a puzzle not meant to be solved
Just slowly dissolved, til our edges recede in familiarity
I never wanted to be just convenient
Cause it'll only mean I'm just tolerated
And that's why head games exist in an imperfect world

As we grow old, our words will fill our heads with bullet holes

Because it's always been just up and down it's easy to see
That the seesaw of life hinges on our energy
Long after doctor Phil is dead in his grave
It'll all come down to what part of us do we wanna save

Was there ever a master of compromise?
If so, was he sheltered, deaf dumb and blind?