We grabbed our coats
And we walked out the front door
Our breath took note
Of the cool and clean fall air
He locked the door (Otasan)
Always liked to do that
The jangle of (our keys)
The only sound next to the beat
Of left then right (out of sight)
Goes his chin under collar
He never cared (or took delight)
For responsibility.
And we kicked through the leaves
And we pounded through our enterings
We wondered why we still stay here again
And we thought about such better things
The warm smell of (dryer sheets)
Came and wafted out near us
As we stood (one hand in)
pocket the other dressed to smoke
Great, Let’s try to kill (any chance)
To respond to our own deaths
Because we care (to hold high)
Each others’ nooses behind their back
And we kicked through the leaves
And we pounded through our enterings
We wondered why we still stay here again
And we thought about such better things
And we kicked through the leaves
And we pounded through our enterings
We wondered why we still stay here again
And we thought about such better things
