1996

Nothing is as formal as doorbell
Or as frightening as an unexpected call
Everyone's got stories that they don't tell
Family portraits taken at the mall

Runaway family pets
White built-in cabinets

I was born a major chord

Learned how to drive before you taught me
If you didn't ask, I didn't lie
Pull the car in till you hit the laundry
Boxes from our old house piled high

Breathe in dishwasher's scent
Parked out by the dryer vent

I was born a major chord

Lost the last few messages your wrote me
I read the few I have on lonely nights
Living sometimes feels like something's got me
Hands behind my back, receiving rights

I should have died a million times, I should have died
I should have died a million times, but I got life

I was born to play these chords



Credits
Writer(s): Kirsten Opstad
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