Gates

I am the pain that bleeds through your temples Every morning when you wake up I am the boy with alcohol poisoning From all the parties Chris would throw That summer that they took us in Like every other American For getting drunk in back of the Lion's Club Waiting for the shitty bands to finish up Then some kids played hacky sack While the others just got high It's not hard to fall for a waitress When you both smoke Smoke the same cigarettes You'll get seated as diners lovers You'll get the check that Scranton's for the better You'll carve your names into the Parpat (?) Cliffs Just read them when you get old enough to know That happiness is just a moment So I'm marching up to your gates today To throw my lonely soul away 'Cause I don't need it You can take it back And they will make examples out of us Like when they caught you in the CVS parking lot But I fed the liars Everything I got in my cabinet brain Of canned thoughts Everything I've got It was everything I've got In my cabinet brain So I'm marching up to your gates today To throw my lonely soul away 'Cause I don't need it You can take it back Yeah I don't need it You can take it back