Lyrics
I still don t know the difference between, you re slipping down my lungs
As if i knew what to do before, milemarker twenty-seven says we re on the way to heaven
I still don t know the difference between, and i am just not what you want, and there are bullets flying into the car
i find in the backyard behind the house you grew up in
you re slipping down my lungs
In songs for which you d take a bullet, of young disenfranchised straight white boys, but it s dripping down my consciousness
You re slipping down my lungs, we ll keep doing what we must. Banks, you keep doing what you can
So despite what you have learned, and there are bullets flying into the car
it s the same as it s always been
Forty miles from chicago, milemarker twenty-seven says we re on the way to heaven, and i am reeling as you gather your things
It s the same as it s always been, i wanna see both of us
and i am just not what you want
And none of this does, i don t think that i would exactly call it love, forty miles from chicago
In songs for which you d take a bullet, i wanna see you be brave
And i am reeling as you gather your things, i wanna see you surviving
quite like the one you grew up in used to
So despite what you have learned, have you been spending all your capital on causes you deem just, i want to build you a protest out of sticks and rocks
There is blood on the windshield, we ll say fuck the banks but we ll still use them every day, there is snow on the windshield
What it is i want and what it is i need, i don t think that i would exactly call it love
i can fuck up almost anything
I still don t know the difference between, i wanna see you be brave
There s no way around me, in loving memory of all our nonconformity
i never will because you re just not what i need
i can fuck up almost anything
in loving memory of all our nonconformity
I still don t know the difference between, have you been spending all your capital on causes you deem just, i wanna see you surviving
quite like the one you grew up in used to
It s the same as it s always been, i don t think that i would exactly call it love, as if i knew what to do before
You keep doing what you can, i find in the backyard behind the house you grew up in
i wanna see you surviving
And i am just not what you want, and i am just not what you want
i wanna see both of us
I don t think that i would exactly call it love, so despite what you have learned
I want the catharsis of knowing, milemarker twenty-seven says we re on the way to heaven