Bad Beer
I never thought that I could be
One of the people on TV
I never thought that I could live like them
And have my friends and sleep with them too
So I abstained 'til I met you
I never mentioned anything
About the songs that I would sing
Over the summer, when we'd go on tour
And sleep on floors and drink the bad beer
I think I left it unclear
Everything new is a little bit bad
And everything old turns you off
I can't take all these locals, Annie
When all they do is scoff at us
Anyway, here is where I've gotta get gone
Make sure that you lock all the doors
I love looking at your pictures
But I still wish I'd brought more
And then you saw this little kid
Let out a whisper while he hid
Big box of candy on the Broad Street train
His dad complained of all of these teens
Stuck-up and glued to their screens
You never told me how it felt
When you were crying by yourself
All of the people on the crosstown bus loop
Staring at you, patting your knees
Saying "I'm sorry, sweetie"
Everything new is a little bit bad
And everything old turns you off
If we could sell these freakin' t-shirts, baby
I might come home with a bit more money
Anyway, here is where I've gotta get gone
Make sure that you lock all the doors
I love looking at your pictures
But I still wish I'd brought more
One of the people on TV
I never thought that I could live like them
And have my friends and sleep with them too
So I abstained 'til I met you
I never mentioned anything
About the songs that I would sing
Over the summer, when we'd go on tour
And sleep on floors and drink the bad beer
I think I left it unclear
Everything new is a little bit bad
And everything old turns you off
I can't take all these locals, Annie
When all they do is scoff at us
Anyway, here is where I've gotta get gone
Make sure that you lock all the doors
I love looking at your pictures
But I still wish I'd brought more
And then you saw this little kid
Let out a whisper while he hid
Big box of candy on the Broad Street train
His dad complained of all of these teens
Stuck-up and glued to their screens
You never told me how it felt
When you were crying by yourself
All of the people on the crosstown bus loop
Staring at you, patting your knees
Saying "I'm sorry, sweetie"
Everything new is a little bit bad
And everything old turns you off
If we could sell these freakin' t-shirts, baby
I might come home with a bit more money
Anyway, here is where I've gotta get gone
Make sure that you lock all the doors
I love looking at your pictures
But I still wish I'd brought more
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Writer(s): Jacob Starnes Ewald
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