There Will Be Fireworks Roots
Woke up from the cold bathroom floor
Worldly wise, you were young, you were bored
The scar from the night before
Etched fresh on your chest
But that's par for the course these days
She called you up out of the blue
You felt sick for a bit, but that passed and you knew
That growing up happened too fast
You can't remember last summer
Or the way that she laughed
But you can't remember much at all anymore
On a night filled with stuttering starts
You once watched the skies from your beat up old car
Parked at the side of the road
Guided by Voices from the radio
Well you're feeling down so you might go out
And if you got lucky you might fool around
With some girl, in some room
While the roots you've put down
Are still straining to move
And you'll leave before the morning lights your shame
You're cynical and you've only got yourself to blame
