And you were born in Roanoke
We tore paths in rooke wheat(?) and sand dune, clean reps
And in this spot, well here goes innocence
And endless summers
It's not meant for the first time
And there we started the sleepwalking snore
Work made your voice horse, t shirt tied
Gave us a spot on the couch
fingers that had loser callouses
And if you say I'm dissappointed
I was broke at your age and I'm alright now
We calmly crowded eerie shores
I'll pepper the girls in warning signs
If you say we don't know anything
It was here I was burned, shrinking lot,
Convening with the snow of on the rocks
So keep your hand on the dollar
And a dime for every pill