you got one is times, subtract, and add the sum
ontana lives for ponytails and buckin' britches
A knack for catchin'
Dusty couldn't blame us
We were young and indie famous
Still not
She grew up just north of privileged
Where pink and perfect
When you called me on the phone
I almost prayed that
Did you mean what you said when you told me
Taps on my shoes
Cigarettes are new
Roll, fight, suicide, don't curl
Pop songs your new boyfriend's too stupid to know about
Pop
I know I hardly know you and I've mispronounced your
Antenna towers, and distant hopes
I’ve measured happiness with telescopes
Well
Gosh, it's hard to be yourself
When everyone around you
Thinks you're
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