Getting fucked up on cough syrup the night we slept inside yr car
Waking up with dried saliva on our cheeks and in our hearts
It took its toll on our soul yeah I'm sure it did
But that hasn't stopped us before and it won't this time
Venting about it on the patio outside your house
Where we smoked cigarettes and listened to modest mouse
A rainy Saturday won't stop us from planning ways
To go to space or to overthrow our government
More ways for us to get back to how we felt before
You'll call me stupid when I say that want the rest
Of all my days to spent with you only you
Our maladaptation's and misspent time won't bother me
As long as I can still call them ours and not just mine