it's the heat of the summer that keeps dragging you back in the rest of us have all found homes it's the same streets that are causing you to sin the rest of us have up and gone and you're sulking around the same familiar town the sweat and the bones that you're cracking are begging you to stay you know it's not that way
so let's start a band I'll bring the time you bring the hands I'll meet you tomorrow in another state but you're tied to the ground and your teeth make this sound of I'm sorry but I have to stay
it doesn't make you a lair it just makes you wrong it doesn't make you a lair it just makes you wrong and you're choking on the same damn song yeah you're choking on the same damn song
and I can't believe that the same set of keys doesn't bring you to your knees and me at your back with the knife begging please you don't have to stay here I beg you to leave