Pattern After Us (DOTB B Side)

We'd say were having one and then wed close the place It's always hard to say what you really mean Sometimes I miss the smell of that old neighborhood And the tasteless places that remain Somebody said your Dad had won the lottery It was always something I could never erase Sometimes I wonder how much you ended up with And if you spent the whole thing in one place I can't stay here and waste away Dear The windows rattle in falsetto With the creaks of beds and the taste of meds Suburban home where we spent the winter The broken glass in the blades of grass