Hey kurt,
Tag you're it.
Hey kid,
Tag you're it kid.
Whatever keeps you safe
Whatever keeps you satisfied
Summer's on it's way
Still i must confess it's like you've never left
Listen close hear our ghosts getting high and carrying on
Something's always missin, the clean forks in my kitchen
The rooms we used to kiss in
And leave from
Delusions of grandeur
Wearing out running thin
Northern exposure
Rests on the auto min
We play our games
We slur our names
We are the same
The only thing i'm sure of...
This weight's worth carrying
This one's worth burying
I've been casting curses
To keep the damage done
