You can almost hear the reasons. You can practically mouth the words. And just like Oakland has no seasons, you can lie without concern. Crowned creep contacts concrete, concrete cracks. I forgot what I had to say- tension is such a funny thing that way. You draw the shades and curse the neighbors. You curse your bad luck. I’ve forgotten why we bother, live off our hopes for the other. You keep me waiting, I’ll be gone before too long. I want to show you what art means, I want to kiss you in the morning. I want this all to blow over, blow over again. I don’t want to say that I told you so, mmm but I told you so. Kill the kids and burn the car for all I said. Crowned creep contacts concrete, concrete cracks.
Lyrics submitted by beautifuldecay