Forgive me, once more
While I slip out of key
How many more Saturdays will I see
My friends pushing carts
Out of the corner of my eye
But when I look over
It's some random guy
Eighteen months ago
With demented intent
The prince of cowardice resumed his descent
Through asinine stunts
Now my car's out front
Salt under the stitches
Tough shit
Sun-bleached and angled
And churning be thy name
I am prepared for the eeriest fate
One with visible breath and an ending too abrupt
Frisbee meals and wooden wheels
Gribble equals punk
I don't want a reason to level out the lawn
If you think I'm joking
You're wrong
If you think I'm joking
You are wrong
And this time last year
The curtains were drawn
The anvil and stirrup were getting along
I thought I saw you in the corner of my eye
Hey, holy shit
I was right
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English
Forgive me, once more
While I slip out of key
How many more Saturdays will I see
My friends pushing carts
Out of the corner of my eye
But when I look over
It's some random guy
Eighteen months ago
With demented intent
The prince of cowardice resumed his descent
Through asinine stunts
Now my car's out front
Salt under the stitches
Tough shit
Sun-bleached and angled
And churning be thy name
I am prepared for the eeriest fate
One with visible breath and an ending too abrupt
Frisbee meals and wooden wheels
Gribble equals punk
I don't want a reason to level out the lawn
If you think I'm joking
You're wrong
If you think I'm joking
You are wrong
And this time last year
The curtains were drawn
The anvil and stirrup were getting along
I thought I saw you in the corner of my eye
Hey, holy shit
I was right
While I slip out of key
How many more Saturdays will I see
My friends pushing carts
Out of the corner of my eye
But when I look over
It's some random guy
Eighteen months ago
With demented intent
The prince of cowardice resumed his descent
Through asinine stunts
Now my car's out front
Salt under the stitches
Tough shit
Sun-bleached and angled
And churning be thy name
I am prepared for the eeriest fate
One with visible breath and an ending too abrupt
Frisbee meals and wooden wheels
Gribble equals punk
I don't want a reason to level out the lawn
If you think I'm joking
You're wrong
If you think I'm joking
You are wrong
And this time last year
The curtains were drawn
The anvil and stirrup were getting along
I thought I saw you in the corner of my eye
Hey, holy shit
I was right
Writer: Henry Kennedy
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