Your middle finger was clutching my thumb through the park and over macdougal.
The torches were blazing about our street, just down from the sky.
Casey stepped with anna off the curb.
His shoes are clogs, did you see? did you see? yeah
They dipped in that puddle, the one catching green.
They were tripping up, slipping around, singing 'rolalita (come out tonight')
And oh, oh, oh
Wanted to pull you down.
Roll on top of me, baby.
Yeah, just roll, roll, roll oh.
We'll wreck our clothes.
We'll scrape our knees.
We'll taste the scabs.
You, sweet, are worth these next four months until I bail out
Yeah and kiss behind your ears,
Drive off in the van.
Oh my god, I think I'm dying in this car seat,
Where I'll spend through winter.
What can you do?
I don't know if I can go.
What can you do?
I don't know, not through with you.
What can you do?
I don't know if I can go
What can you do?
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