Keeping Score

[Verse] I called, but he's busy I could get more skinny Maybe then he would try really hard One day you're beloved There's never a sunset Between there and wherever you are It hurts 'cause it matters Better find the bad patterns Only young for one breath out But nothing's coming easy I just wanna feel pretty And I wake up with it in my mouth [Verse] So hey little brother Do you ever wonder If you could try on my shoes? If I got a dime for not giving a fuck I think I'd have nothing to lose I gotta stay open Wanna keep on hoping I'll make something of myself Instead, I lie around thinking 'bout the shape of my legs And what it's gonna feel like in hell [Pre-Chorus] I'm a should've-been son of a Western wave I gave up the gun when I learned to behave [Chorus] Yeah, I was born of the spring Cursed to be loving And I reach for the wrong things I see 'em coming I try to speak kindly Never ask for more 'Til I saw God They said they're not keeping score [Verse] My friend Abby Said she can't be happy Until she can count her ribs While we're waiting on the second coming Come over here and give me a kiss Can I hold on to nothing? Like a tune I'm humming I'm changing it all the time So when I lie down on the flower beds I'll finally feel alright [Pre-Chorus] I'm a should've-been son of a Western wave I gave up the gun when I learned to behave [Chorus] Yeah, I was born of the spring Cursed to be loving And I reach for the wrong things I see 'em coming I try to speak kindly Never ask for more 'Til I saw God They said they're not keeping score [Outro] I'm the should've-been ghost of a sad teenager They said, "Give up the gun, have you tried just to pray?"