we cut the legs off of our pants
threw our
show me the sidestreets in your life
train yards like boneyards
pull out all the stops
we are coming home tonight
a pair
Da da da-da-da-da, da da da
Da da da-da-da-da
(repeat)
Tape holds things
Fifteen years old picking out the same old clothes
While these
On a thursday afternoon
I can see the sun and moon
Shadows
1,2!
1,2,3,4!
It's a fact printed stained
Burned deep into my brain
It keeps
1,2,3,4!
1,2,3,4!
Drop what you're doing and worry about what you're doing
three teeth left his silver smile
brushed clean three metal tiles
and
and it all
comes down to hope
came down on me
I'm beggin
And I swear in a while I will get this
then through the timesthrough endings with beginningsbrown hair and black
She grew up in a house made of porcelain, crystal,
