Из альбома: This Is Why We Don't Have Nice Things
For three years and counting,
we've poured ourselves into melodies
so that our best friends could sing along.
Lost faith in what we knew.
Lost hope in what was true.
But we've got love and that's what keeps us holding on.
Disaster strikes and a thousand lonely nights will do you in.
But that's not all we've got to show for our time on the road:
made some friends, played some shows, and came back home.
Come on. You don't have to be right.
Come on, David Wayne, and allow yourself to be loved.
Kyle screams in his sleep.
May Hot Van rest in peace.
And Jesse told a child that God does not exist.
Big money we're losing.
Cool Steve's driving, we're all snoozing.
And I broke the things I own or lost them all on my way home, back to I-N-D-I-A-N-A.