Atlantic Aftermath Expand Your Brocabulary
Read back old love letters
I'm a heart attack, I'm a taste of bad weather
I sleep through the day with the best of intentions
I cancel my plans and she thinks that I meant it
I walk through the chasm in the valley of death
Reading notes to the nothings what a beautiful mess
And I don't know where they will find home
All of my friends write these songs about girls
I had dropped that shit six months ago when she brightened up my world
I have not the time for she loves me not bullshit
I'm sure she was really great man, but you'll get over it (Get over it! )
Sandlot friendly banter
It's spring again shit starts to matter
You lit a spark and burnt your mattress
You spilled your guts God knows that you meant it
I walk through the chasm in the valley of death
Reading notes to the nothings what a beautiful mess
And I don't know where they will find home
All of my friends write these songs about girls
I had dropped that shit six months ago when she brightened up my world
I have not the time for she loves me not bullshit
I'm sure she was really great man, but you'll get over it (Get over it! )
SB 1070 has ruined my life
Cuz the bands just stopped playing displaying human rights
And I don't have a voice in the business of fools
So just come back and play shows and save us from school
