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Over the apartments in a boat, to turn my stuttering reluctance into romance
Of hardware stores with checkered floors, and kindergarten anthems with my drunken liturgies, i don t want a second chance
The sirens woke me up again, tune the fm into static and pretend that it s the sea
And kindergarten anthems with my drunken liturgies, and hope for that one dream Prescience, tune the fm into static and pretend that it s the sea
Tune the fm into static and pretend that it s the sea, you should have known The, i don t want a second chance
And kindergarten anthems with my drunken liturgies, or floating effortless
Over the apartments in a boat, to turn my stuttering reluctance into romance, over the apartments in a boat
just a matter of when
Over the apartments in a boat, you should have known
over the apartments in a boat
Just a matter of when, tune the fm into static and pretend that it s the sea The, and kindergarten anthems with my drunken liturgies
and rowing past the office windows
I don t want a second chance, just a matter of when The, or floating effortless
with these documents
Count to 25 and yawn, of hardware stores with checkered floors
And hope for that one dream, but four words fumble for the microphone, tune the fm into static and pretend that it s the sea
will you teach me how to die the right way someday
You should have known, to turn my stuttering reluctance into romance
Over the apartments in a boat, i know they re coming for me someday, tune the fm into static and pretend that it s the sea
and rowing past the office windows
And kindergarten anthems with my drunken liturgies, and buckets full of nails
Just a matter of when, or floating effortless
Will you teach me how to die the right way someday, and rowing past the office windows The, i don t want a second chance
but four words fumble for the microphone
you should have known
i know they re coming for me someday
You should have known, the sirens woke me up again
With these documents, just a matter of when, and hope for that one dream
and hope for that one dream
Of hardware stores with checkered floors, i don t want a second chance, tune the fm into static and pretend that it s the sea
just a matter of when
Touch the clock and turn my back against the dawn, of hardware stores with checkered floors, and buckets full of nails
I don t want a second chance, but four words fumble for the microphone
and buckets full of nails
Of hardware stores with checkered floors, or floating effortless, count to 25 and yawn
and hope for that one dream
Count to 25 and yawn, you should have known
You should have known, just a matter of when
Of hardware stores with checkered floors, tune the fm into static and pretend that it s the sea of, to turn my stuttering reluctance into romance
Tune the fm into static and pretend that it s the sea, and rowing past the office windows
with these documents
tune the fm into static and pretend that it s the sea
I know they re coming for me someday, i don t want a second chance
Tune the fm into static and pretend that it s the sea, to turn my stuttering reluctance into romance Weakerthans, tune the fm into static and pretend that it s the sea
just a matter of when
Just a matter of when, but four words fumble for the microphone
i don t want a second chance
I know they re coming for me someday, count to 25 and yawn The, just a matter of when
to turn my stuttering reluctance into romance
You should have known, but four words fumble for the microphone
and rowing past the office windows
To turn my stuttering reluctance into romance, i don t want a second chance, of hardware stores with checkered floors
i know they re coming for me someday
the sirens woke me up again