When you carried me over the threshold To the room where we got tired and bold You held my hand up to your sternum Never learned how to talk to someone new But I guess that is an acquired truth So I'll meet you down around the bakesale Let's hear it for the things we did. Did you forget about it Cold cocked and shaking like a fist till we grow around it Stupid bus to a stupid place All the miles between these nervous guts That won't cover the cost of my misconduct Better watch out cause I'm on fire Let's hear it for the things we did. Did you forget about it Cold cocked and shaking like a fist till we grow around it Stupid bus to a stupid place