between the stacks in the library
not like anyone stopped to see
we came they went, our bodies spent
among the dust and the microfiche
dark winters wear you down
up again to see the dawn
in your worn sweatshirt
and your mothers old skirt
its enough to turn my studies down
now that you feel, you say its not real
i never thought i would come of age
let alone on a moldy page
you put your back to the spines
and you said it was fine if theres nothing really left to say
youre taking toffee with your vicodin
something sweet to forget about him
if you go your own way i will go my own way
and well never speak of it again
now that you feel, you say its not real
dont check me out
Awesome huh!?!
The irony is that I've been singing the wrong lyrics in my car the whole time...
I've been singing:
You took stock in the locker room
Not like anyone's got stuff to see
We came, we went
our money's spent
among the dust and the magazines
now that winter's bearing down
I'm beginning to see the dawn
and you won't switch hit
and your mother's scared shit
it's enough to turn my stories down.
I never thought I would come of age
Let alone an older age
You put your back to the grind and you said it was fine
and there's nothing left to say
Your taking coffee with your ?????
So you can sleep to forget about him
If you go your own way I can go my own way
and we can never speak of him again
don't check me out
Ha!
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