Hey kurt, Tag you're it. Hey kid, Tag you're it kid.
Whatever keeps you safe Whatever keeps you satisfied Summer's on it's way
Still i must confess it's like you've never left Listen close hear our ghosts getting high and carrying on Something's always missin, the clean forks in my kitchen The rooms we used to kiss in And leave from
Delusions of grandeur Wearing out running thin Northern exposure Rests on the auto min
We play our games We slur our names We are the same
The only thing i'm sure of... This weight's worth carrying This one's worth burying I've been casting curses To keep the damage done
