They say it looks like the devil must be beating his wife
He got shitfaced, forgot to kill the lights
And that poor woman must never be surprised
She must like his company, or just might like to cry
So for all I know were getting soaked in tears
I don’t know even half of what’s down here
After the sun sets we empty the pitchers
Making the grass sweet like vanilla cola kisses
On our heads in the summer when there was nothing to do
It keeps on raining and we get sober soon
Aren’t we grown up, aren’t we so damn scared
Spent our whole lives trying to get back there
Drive downtown while the airs still thick,
Point out that nice house where everyone could live
With the days and words we carelessly spent,
like sophomore fortunes on cheap cigarettes
It’s nothing now but it once meant the world
See things like we’ve never seen before
On the fourth of july we fly through the heat
Riding our bikes down the very same streets
Where the beach town old folk claim they used to dance
Like the heat lightening shadows of some kids holding hands
They say they don’t regret a thing they did
They still remember us as little kids
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