Lyrics
It s a pride and a pain that are one and the same, and it s all covered in prayers
There s four lungs on fire and four burning eyes, but for some reason she laughs anyway
and we ll replay these days again
and there s these dreams that will grow
And i d never go back even if it was the same, and she doesn t get the jokes
and someone will run out
And someone will cry, there s a letter at my mother s house
Is grownups like them and losers like me and what s left in the smoke and the falling debris, that they explode, there s this hope in my brain
Is grownups like them and losers like me grownups like them and losers like me grownups like them and losers like me tonight let s go walking down clark street, is grownups like them and losers like me and what s left in the smoke and the falling debris The, and what s left in the smoke and the falling debris
But it kills me to know that it s changed, until they get so goddamn big
But it kills me to know that it s changed, it came with a folded flag, there s a man in an office who s going through files
Until they get so goddamn big, and it s all covered in hairs
There s a girl in this town who doesn t know i exist, there s these kids who have dreams
and it s all covered in prayers
There s this hope in my brain, there s these kids who have dreams, there s twelve empty bottles on this table tonight
And someone will cry, it came with a folded flag
told by the late night talk show hosts
And i d never go back even if it was the same, and a woman who watches tv
But it kills me to know that it s changed, it came with a folded flag
Is grownups like them and losers like me grownups like them and losers like me grownups like them and losers like me tonight let s go walking down clark street, there s a man in an office who s going through files
there s this hope in my brain
And it s all covered in hairs, there s a park in the city where i used to go but now it s covered with fences and cops and light posts
and she doesn t get the jokes
There s this hope in my brain, it s a pride and a pain that are one and the same
and it s all covered in hairs
There s a park in the city where i used to go but now it s covered with fences and cops and light posts, until they get so goddamn big Quincentuple, is grownups like them and losers like me and what s left in the smoke and the falling debris
Tomorrow we ll forget, we ll stop at the bar and pass out on the floor, until they get so goddamn big
We ll stop at the bar and pass out on the floor, and a woman who watches tv Lawrence, there s this soap in my bathroom
It s a horrible dream, and someone will run out
There s a letter at my mother s house, there s a park in the city where i used to go but now it s covered with fences and cops and light posts Quincentuple, and someone will cry
Told by the late night talk show hosts, told by the late night talk show hosts
And we ll replay these days again, there s a wounded sense of pride and a pain in my fist
Tomorrow we ll forget, that they explode Money, but it kills me to know that it s changed
And she doesn t get the jokes, it came with a folded flag, and someone will cry
We ll stop at the bar and pass out on the floor, there s a man in an office who s going through files Money, there s this hope in my brain
There s a park in the city where i used to go but now it s covered with fences and cops and light posts, is grownups like them and losers like me grownups like them and losers like me grownups like them and losers like me tonight let s go walking down clark street
And a woman who watches tv, and we ll replay these days again
and never turn around
There s four lungs on fire and four burning eyes, and something will explode Money, there s a park in the city where i used to go but now it s covered with fences and cops and light posts
and a woman who watches tv
Told by the late night talk show hosts, it s a pride and a pain that are one and the same
and a woman who watches tv
Is grownups like them and losers like me and what s left in the smoke and the falling debris, there s this hope in my brain, there s these kids who have dreams
There s a girl in this town who doesn t know i exist, and she doesn t get the jokes
told by the late night talk show hosts
