Written by:The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart
Between stacks in the library
Not anyone stopped to see
Came they went our bodies spent
Among the dust and the microfiche
Dark winters wear you down
Up again to see the dawn
In you're worn sweatshirt and you're mothers old skirt
It's enough to turn studies down
Now that you feel you
Say it's not real
Now that you feel you
Say it's not real
I never thought I would come of age
Let alone on a moldy page
You put you're back to the spines
And you said it was fine
If theres nothing really left to say
Your'e taking toffee with you're vicodin
Something sweet to forget about him
You got a own way will go my own way
Never speak of it again
Now that you feel you
Say it's not real
Now that you feel you
Say it's not real
Don't check me out
Don't check me out
Don't check me ou ou ou ou out
Don't check me out
Don't check me out
Don't check me ou ou ou ou out
Don't check me out
Don't check me out
Don't check me ou ou ou ou out
Don't check me out
Don't check me out
Don't check me ou ou ou ou out
Don't check me out
Don't check me out
Don't check me ou ou ou ou out
Don't check me out
Don't check me out
Don't check me ou ou ou ou out
Don't check me out
Don't check me out
Don't check me ou ou ou ou out