These things can start so sweet
As we meet in secret
You're innocent
You're heaven sent
We were too old to be kids
But god we never felt it
The troublesome teen in me
If everything falls apart are we wasting heart?
You can go and drown in a bottle
Does going out get old?
'Whiskey thought he knew me'
I should have known better than to hold you again
Split me between your friends
Those both old and new
They won't know the things you can do
You say your body is yours
But you give it away with ease
Let's wish back the time and leave it here
I'm taking back towns that I lost to your company
I'm reclaiming records that I'd left to loving you
Maybe I need to learn to sit a little
Stay still, think a minute
Put on our playlist for when we're done, down and beat
The one titled 'Conor Oberst, Make Me Sleep'
You can go and drown in a bottle
Because going out got old
'Whiskey thought he knew me'
I should have known better than to hold you again