Kicking Cans

I was born, as I've been informed, on a Thursday night In the wake of a moonlight opposite Jupiter Now nearly seven hours since we shared that cigarette I ask you where you've been, where you've been Sentiments Long goodbyes Laced with bad advice You kick and you scream and you make it so hard to leave Sentiments Long goodbyes Laced with bad advice You kick and you scream and you make it so hard to leave Helpless hands had you kicking cans that you never had to They couldn't keep you far away Now nearly seven hours since we shared that cigarette I ask you where you've been, where you've been Sentiments Long goodbyes Laced with bad advice You kick and you scream and you make it so hard to leave Sentiments Long goodbyes Laced with bad advice You kick and you scream and you make it so hard to leave Blessed with a heart so nice You'd break it twice You kick and you scream and you make it so hard to leave Sentiments Long goodbyes Laced with bad advice You kick and you scream and you make it so hard to leave And it's hard to see when you see straight through me