Does anyone know the shin song that was playing in garden state?

in garden state when the girl shows him the song in the hospital

Does anyone know the shin song that was playing in garden state?
either


THE SHINS LYRICS





"Caring Is Creepy"





I think i'll go home and mull this over


Before i cram it down my throat


At long last it's crashed, it's colossal mass


Has broken up into bits in my moat.





Lift the mattress off the floor


Walk the cramps off


Go meander in the cold


Hail to your dark skin


Hiding the fact you're dead again


Undeneath the power lines seeking shade


Far above our heads are the icy heights that contain all reason





It's a luscious mix of words and tricks


That let us bet when you know we should fold


On rocks i dreamt of where we'd stepped


And the whole mess of roads we're now on.





Hold your glass up, hold it in


Never betray the way you've always known it is.


One day i'll be wondering how


I got so old just wondering how


I never got cold wearing nothing in the snow.





This is way beyond my remote concern


Of being condescending





All these squawking birds won't quit.


Building nothing, laying bricks.








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New Slang-The Shins











Gold teeth and a curse for this town were all in my mouth.


Only, i don't know how they got out, dear.


Turn me back into the pet that i was when we met.


I was happier then with no mind-set.





And if you'd 'a took to me like


A gull takes to the wind.


Well, i'd 'a jumped from my tree


And i'd a danced like the king of the eyesores


And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.





New slang when you notice the stripes, the dirt in your fries.


Hope it's right when you die, old and bony.


Dawn breaks like a bull through the hall,


Never should have called


But my head's to the wall and i'm lonely.





And if you'd 'a took to me like


A gull takes to the wind.


Well, i'd 'a jumped from my tree


And i'd a danced like the kind of the eyesores


And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.





God speed all the bakers at dawn may they all cut their thumbs,


And bleed into their buns 'till they melt away.





I'm looking in on the good life i might be doomed never to find.


Without a trust or flaming fields am i too dumb to refine?


And if you'd 'a took to me like


Well i'd a danced like the queen of the eyesores


And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.

Fillings