Between the stacks in the library
Not like anyone stopped to see
We came they went our bodies spent
Among the dust and the microfiche

Dark winters wear you down
Up again to see the dawn
In your worn sweat shirt
And your mother's old skirt
It's enough to turn my studies down

Now that you feel
You say it's not real
Now that you feel
You say it's not real

I never thought I would come of age
Let alone on a moldy page
You put your back to the spines
And you said it was fine
If there's nothing really left to say

You're taking toffee with your vicodin
Something sweet to forget about him

If you go your own way
I will go my own way
And well never speak of it again

Now that you feel
You say it's not real
Now that you feel
You say it's not real

Don't check me out
Don't check me out
Don't check me out

La canción fue subida el 29 de Abril de 2009 a las 20:24 horas. Consulta toda la información de The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart en Alternative Volume.

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