My cigarettes taste like your mothers mouth, and my coffee is still as cold as grandpas corpse
Im still that kid thats outgoing and outlandish
and a little too loud on the days you cant stand it
i say ill act the part if you fix my heart
or has it gone to my brain and legs
between the gust of summer that breaks my rib cage
and the chalk on the sidewalk outside my house
i am still at a loss of what to say
whether or not i feel happy that Ive gone away
be it past tense or present
im leaving all the same
and I cant help but think of only these faces
the ones that i see every day
ill miss you each as ill miss this place
goodbye to independence and any tolerance
au revoir to any of the creativity i had left
though i take that last one back
on the contrary bonjour new sense of being awake
as though every morning is full of life
beneath a window sill where morning breaks
and i ride a block down the road to that ironic Cup 'o' Joe
when I get that dark roast ill know on my own the evils i do
to let some cooperation be the one to "take care of you!"
big smile, big cup, big truck, big fuck up
traverse city where do you hide those cherries?
is it inside that two tone grin
the one i hold close then kiss, embrace, and never let in
ive fooled around with the idea of being with you so many times
how beautiful could you really be
ive seen enough of you, eight months at least
and i know that your no kalamazoo, but with you there is school
and a steady income, clothes and creativity, back to the life of a loner
and finally a dark stomach to feed full of disease
those green trees and autumn leaves
unlimited cash with no worries about gas
wherever i decide to take myself and whoever else wants to haul ass
im sure what well find is nothing but beauty in the trees
and a nice little greasy spoon where i can smoke inside
and tell all my fake friends about the real ones that i have
in a city down south where nothing ever really happens
and the drama only builds
but i find myself always coming back and thats as far as ive gotten
and a little too loud on the days you cant stand it
i say ill act the part if you fix my heart
or has it gone to my brain and legs
between the gust of summer that breaks my rib cage
and the chalk on the sidewalk outside my house
i am still at a loss of what to say
whether or not i feel happy that Ive gone away
be it past tense or present
im leaving all the same
and I cant help but think of only these faces
the ones that i see every day
ill miss you each as ill miss this place
goodbye to independence and any tolerance
au revoir to any of the creativity i had left
though i take that last one back
on the contrary bonjour new sense of being awake
as though every morning is full of life
beneath a window sill where morning breaks
and i ride a block down the road to that ironic Cup 'o' Joe
when I get that dark roast ill know on my own the evils i do
to let some cooperation be the one to "take care of you!"
big smile, big cup, big truck, big fuck up
traverse city where do you hide those cherries?
is it inside that two tone grin
the one i hold close then kiss, embrace, and never let in
ive fooled around with the idea of being with you so many times
how beautiful could you really be
ive seen enough of you, eight months at least
and i know that your no kalamazoo, but with you there is school
and a steady income, clothes and creativity, back to the life of a loner
and finally a dark stomach to feed full of disease
those green trees and autumn leaves
unlimited cash with no worries about gas
wherever i decide to take myself and whoever else wants to haul ass
im sure what well find is nothing but beauty in the trees
and a nice little greasy spoon where i can smoke inside
and tell all my fake friends about the real ones that i have
in a city down south where nothing ever really happens
and the drama only builds
but i find myself always coming back and thats as far as ive gotten