Zoey Van Goey Sackville Sun
I listened to your record and it made me
want to jump out a window, but in a good way
dad is yelling at you to come to dinner
oh with his upright new fiancé
you said you didn't even know you were sad
but the singer made you realize that living's a drag
you started dressing black and stopped shaking hands
you an I we get along, so we stayed friends
you come back from the city shopping secondhand
and bring me a t-shirt of my favourite band
you had a little gong (?) down at the cemetery
all cutting class to go write your poetry
but they couldn't write theit way out of a dictionary
you couldn't wait to pack up and go
we were in a happy stage
until you read Sartre at too early an age
you started dressing black and stopped shaking hands
you an I we get along, so we stayed friends
you come back from the city shopping secondhand
and bring me a t-shirt of my favourite band
you and I didn't have an 8-track player
and we imagined it would sound something like this...
if we were competing in a race to hell
you'd want to win the bronze, siver and the gold
as well you hate most everything and everyone
but you and I get along under the rockville sun
