We trade stories from church basements
Watch the world out of your screen door
Name future tattoos and past derailments
Count the bottles as they hit the floor
We climb through the asphalt
Stop and listen with our ears to the ground
There are a thousand songs in every sidewalk crack of this town.
Well, sometimes I can't get over the stupid things I say, but
I'm so glad that you can
But I'm growing ever more worried
That you might figure out what an asshole I really am
But you say that you like my sideburns
And you don't mind having me around
I hope I never forget the way that sounds
We gain layers of clothes and some perspective
Watch the leaves at the top of the pool
Visible heat lost its luster
Got a few more hours until we leave for school
So I sink to the bottom
Let the air out so I stay down
Lungs full of chlorine, I drown.