Babys

Anna, run away
Little cigarette shoulders, she sold me the world
I'm one 15th, I'll keep it
In a little box

Ornate horses, key, and lock, she told me the good words I'd forget
I had a ball (my friends were there)
I don't know what that means and please

Let me tell you about my dream
Moved to the country
The ceilings were so high, that no one could touch them
You posed with a pitchfork, we pulled all the weeds out

And I, I got many thorns stuck in my side
Affects my balance and my time
I can't pull them out without bleeding
Over the Argyle, the reflex sight, and I tried

I slept on the stairs that night
And the type wasn't as think as I wanted it
So I cried as I ran through the long, long hallways
And read out the names that I saw on the aisles and

You'd tell me (about the devil)
And how she used to leave the knife on the side
And I know where this is heading
But I can't help but sympathize (hell)

You were in your hands
I was in my head, everything I thought
Everything I said runs through the outlines
The mold on the white tiles, and I'll try

Woo!
(Yeah)

So in the meanwhile, I'll spend 20s
You can spend 20s too
And I guess, if I had more time
I would get back far, but it just wouldn't look the same