Stolen hoodies and trying to make it. Also closeted trans, sensing a pattern?
Also lyrics are from my notebooks, live versions probably vary greatly.
Here's the rules to the game;
Live life like we're still eighteen
And there's more than one thing
a borrowed, black, hooded sweatshirt can mean
She says "do you get it yet?"as we're smoking the last cigarette
I say it can't be half bad
if it makes you smile
And we got it all figured out,
A life without apologies, a life without doubts;
He says "trust me, I'm a technician"
And it can't be so strange, with the lives we're constructing…
So do you think you're ready?
To leave it all?
Yeah I think I'm sick
It just drags you down
So you really ready?
To leave this town?
I'm in it, man
If I can bring them all along