Soda Can

Split frame, stick, and a rubber band
Driveway rocks at the soda can
Plastic dustpan, glass on the carpet
It was cool the way that they would let it slide
Gave me a pass and I spent those nights
With you and your family like I was your cousin

It's hard to see what you want
Sitting at the table, arm and arm
A mirror up to everything that you're not
And no, I won't forget that 'cause it's all I remember
Oh

Weeknights walking in the dark
You and her would come pick me up in the car
And when the town was asleep
I was in the back dreaming if I tried harder
When I try, it feels like everyone is looking down
Onto something better or not around
Still that kid waiting hours on the playground

It's hard to get what you want
Sitting at the table with your arms crossed
A little late for playing that card
You're ready for the setback and it all keeps spinning
And it's too fast running and it feels bad knowing
You'll just end up at the start
And I remember her face and a suitcase
And the hole inside made from leaving
Oh, oh

Deep sigh, setting up a perfect smile
Gluing my hands to my sides
Keeping my health in mind
If anyone asks, I'm fine
I've never felt, I've never felt dead inside
Used to getting used to the taste of spite
That covers me, it colors me red
I'm ready to send
I'm still in my head
And I'll remember
I'll remember
I'll remember