Chicago there’s nothing wrong Still singing your favourite Pavement song Can you see through all these rolling years The winter days among your chandeliers I stay here I stay real This time of year I’d better swallow my fears After all my painless suicides Your front porch the park bench in the night This is me about collapsing all this shit is dragging me Around again Young again Like an echo in your head -“So am I softer then a lie?” And your bedroom starts to spin
Chicago here we come Welcome back to solid ground my love The rough boys sitting right above the club The screams the laughter the “please don’t come apart” This is me about collapsing all this shit is dragging me I’m cutting myself into pieces Still can’t figure out what’s going on….