the sprinklers hit the driveway, so volatile it sounds like summer rain my dad calls to remind me son you haven't left the house in three days
so I'll splash cold water on my face 'cause apathy won't answer everything like the sweat on my cheekbones apathy wont answer anything
I'd call up some old friends, but I'm holding out for them to call on me poke fun at all the old times and all the trying times found in-between
we'll finger through the dollar jazz records and know the world don't owe us anything but bootleg t-shirts and larry's 2 for 1 deal on acoustic guitar strings