hung out on the gates
looked up through the grates
memorize this face
better days will haunt you
they will say who wants to own you
find the other ways to slip the light through
better days will haunt you
you let your model home surround you
find the other ways to push the air through
and break the seal
my touch won't feel
and time wounds all heels
if I told a lie I'd be the last to know
