What Drummers Get

Drummers get everything! You've got a pretty good band And they're sweet for not minding me hanging around But I'm deadening these conscious pangs I'm half the man you think I could have been Drummers get everything! I'm going to slice up his hands Let's see how he saves soundcheck with his bleeding palms I'm more than halfway serious I'm half the man you think I could have been (Half the man you think I could have been) [Chorus: Kelly Southern] Now seagulls run this neighbourhood The last time we came was the last for good I don't think we're speaking (Don't think we're speaking) We're all out of season Pack (re)pack is where we're at I don't think I wanna end up like that I don't think we're speaking (Don't think we're speaking) We're all out of season [Post-Chorus] Better kill you off, than lead you on Oh, we know awkward well And as for him Oh, he's moving to Birmingham Ohhhhhhhhhhhh sweet! I'll take anything! Oh, tell me what can you give? I'll have alternate weekends and your bottom lip And every time you lose your shit to songs I wrote I know I'm part of this (Songs I wrote, I know i'm part of this) [Chorus] Now seagulls run this neighbourhood The last time we came was the last for good I don't think we're speaking (Don't think we're speaking) We're all out of season Pack (re)pack is where we're at I don't think I wanna end up like that I don't think we're speaking (Don't think we're speaking) We're all out of season [Post-Chorus] Better kill you off, than lead you on Oh, we know awkward well We'll always remember the bad times together