We grew up in the arms of the west end
Now we've got a story to tell
Find it hard to believe me
When I pound on the vanity table and I'm crying for help
I've seen a million others drop dead in the heat
From Burt Highway to Cherry Street
So honey climb in
There's still rubber to spin
I've got a box of Franzia, I can plan my escape next week
And I'll tear you up
We rolled around on top of my Lincoln
'Til you had my blood on your shirt
Was it hard to forget that
If you have something to say to me now you better hope that it works
But when the tattered neon lights up your eyes
I'll pray to god for one more try
But it all burns out
Once you know where you're at
I can keep my mouth shut if you don't want to be hurt like that
And I'll tear you up
Near the football field in a bonfire blaze
All the kids melt bottles down into ashtrays
And in cars that were made when we were in first grade
All the hickies swim up to the surface through jet black veins
Is it wrong
To drown all of these people I've met with my sweat
When I'm just trying to move on
Will it even get me that farther ahead
'Cause in the next six weeks I'll make forty-two plans
When I leave town they will all boil down
To just eating whatever and fucking whoever I can
When I come home you'll understand
And I'll tear you up
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