Barnyard creeks,
Your mother speaks,
Will you head into town to get her some things?
That night the moon wasn't sharp enough to cut through the clouds,
Another rainy night with you, locked inside,
Another dream, another dim lit light.
Let's not talk about things that we can break,
There's no going back once it's made,
No taking back the things we say.
My b**per's fallin' off again,
We'll duct tape it in the hail,
I'll call you when I'm back on the 5.
That night we talked about our doctors,
And the valley of the sun,
I laughed with ten strangers, and I could've called it love,
The problem is you see, I see a little bit of me in everyone I meet.
Let's not talk about things that we can break,
There's no going back once it's made,
No taking back the things we say.
My mind the critic has nothing to complain about,
I have nothing to say.
Your mother speaks,
Will you head into town to get her some things?
That night the moon wasn't sharp enough to cut through the clouds,
Another rainy night with you, locked inside,
Another dream, another dim lit light.
Let's not talk about things that we can break,
There's no going back once it's made,
No taking back the things we say.
My b**per's fallin' off again,
We'll duct tape it in the hail,
I'll call you when I'm back on the 5.
That night we talked about our doctors,
And the valley of the sun,
I laughed with ten strangers, and I could've called it love,
The problem is you see, I see a little bit of me in everyone I meet.
Let's not talk about things that we can break,
There's no going back once it's made,
No taking back the things we say.
My mind the critic has nothing to complain about,
I have nothing to say.