Rough jeans hanging out on the park swings
Bloody hands and scratched up knees
Until sundown, we sit side-by-side
And watch the full moon's tide
Hanging halfway out the driver's side
Of your boyfriend's Chrysler tomorrow night
They found my fingerprints on last week's bottle of Communion wine
I cherish never getting it right
I adore when you're not by my side
I love when you ask me for a ride
And nag me til I'm fried
I don't remember what you asked of me
Coasting the pedal down Sycamore Street
And using, using, using me gets old after a while
But just a while
I don't wanna talk when I'm away
You no longer refer to me in a certain way
Lying in bed all day
I don't think I'm the same anyway
You scare off all the kids
That's what I like
And we both breathe paint
That we used on your bike
Numb like God's hands when he taps out
Oxygen deprivation with a stupid pout
Plastic versus metal
I'm harmless, yet I still hold on
You're the hole inside my head
Where the ice pick should've gone
Metal versus ribcage
I'm heartless
Yet, I still hold on
I long for the day you wake up
Without my sweater on