it's one of those weeks where the liquore store guy   is more worried about what happened to my   friends and me than my friends seem to be   we used to come in together all the time      i think i've given too many secrets away   and the ones i have left are too hard to explain      you've all split up he says   no we'll be together again someday   i shurg my shoulders and say   but i'm not even sure i want them      i think i've given too many secrets away    and the ones i have left are too hard to explain   and i miss my doomed plans   the truck living and pinatas and blackberry pie   it's all fucked up something's wrong   something's wrong