I sneak inside your room
And slip under the covers
To sing it out to you
That there is no light above us
And you let me know
That you have no inhibitions
And you let it show
That this is your little tradition
I know I won't to stay young,
I won't be 18 forever
But I like it the way it is
I'm not picking any successors
Don't expect me to emerge
Victorious on the weekend
I'm out of breath
Cross legged in the deep end
Now I'm sitting alone
In your smoked out basement
And I'm wondering if I should call
But I'd rather do nothing at all
Hold me down and shake me out
Give me all of your dirty looks
Were still praying for a spark
On the side of a used up matchbook
Your sharp mind is under fire
Little wings caught in barbed wire
Elephants on spindled legs
Bring us all more clouded days
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