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?"