Rain on the roof of your parked car
Sam, I was fucking afraid
I bit the ulcer on my tongue
And spilled my guts in your driveway
I've been hollow for so long
I figured that's how I'd stay
No one's seen me without my clothes on in almost a decade
You said, "Hold on, the wound is gonna mend
And when it's all gone, I'll write in wet cement
In lieu of flowers, shake the dirt off
I'm with you till the bitter end"
I called a club in the village
Booked us a three night stick
But if you told me to go fuck myself then I get it
Eric said that he'd fly out
If I could clean up my shit
I can't lose you guys again
I swear that I'm gonna fix it
You said, "Hold on, the wound is gonna mend
And when it's all gone, I'll write in wet cement
In lieu of flowers, shake the dirt off
I'm with you till the bitter end
Hold on, the wound is gonna mend
And when it's all gone, I'll write in wet cement
In lieu of flowers, shake the dirt off
I'm with you till the bitter end"
Box fan sings in your window
You keep averting your gaze
Bought you a notebook and a hoodie
I know that I missed your birthday
This time sorry don't cut it
All I can give you is space
This next year's a leap year so there's time when you're ready
Are you ready?
You said, "Hold on, the wound is gonna mend
And when it's all gone, I'll write in wet cement
In lieu of flowers, shake the dirt off
I'm with you till the bitter end
Hold on, the wound is gonna mend
And when it's all gone, I'll write in wet cement
In lieu of flowers, shake the dirt off
I'm with you till the bitter end
Hold on, the wound is gonna mend
And when it's all gone, I'll write in wet cement
In lieu of flowers, shake the dirt off
I'm with you till the bitter end"
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