Kicking Cans

I was born, as I've been informed, on a Thursday night
In the wake of a moonlight opposite Jupiter
Now nearly seven hours since we shared that cigarette
I ask you where you've been, where you've been

Sentiments
Long goodbyes
Laced with bad advice
You kick and you scream and you make it so hard to leave

Sentiments
Long goodbyes
Laced with bad advice
You kick and you scream and you make it so hard to leave

Helpless hands had you kicking cans that you never had to
They couldn't keep you far away
Now nearly seven hours since we shared that cigarette
I ask you where you've been, where you've been

Sentiments
Long goodbyes
Laced with bad advice
You kick and you scream and you make it so hard to leave

Sentiments
Long goodbyes
Laced with bad advice
You kick and you scream and you make it so hard to leave

Blessed with a heart so nice
You'd break it twice
You kick and you scream and you make it so hard to leave

Sentiments
Long goodbyes
Laced with bad advice
You kick and you scream and you make it so hard to leave

And it's hard to see when you see straight through me