Dear Moderation
Dear moderation
It's me
I'm sorry I haven't wrote
When you shoved it down my throat
I got turned off
Dear moderation
Our friends all scattered like the ash
They were drumming on the dash
When they drove away
Into the city
Poisoned and pretty
You cry on the phone
In debt but not alone
You're on the rebound
Ripped from the wet ground
I remember you in 1992
Well it's just something that we dreamed up when we were young
Dear moderation
As children no one ever taught us how to play guitars
We just played
Well we couldn't stay long and I left my phone in the car
Then we drove to the sticks with a case of beer for the party
As the parties faded we hit clubs
And the clubs hit back
I remember in November all the pretty lights
Before they went bLack
And the pain of the morning after
And the slow disaster
And then a couple of you fade from view
Dear moderation
I wonder
If you've got the time
I'm seeing friends of mine
Would you stay away?
Into the city
Poisoned and pretty
You cry on the phone
In debt but not alone
You're on the rebound
Ripped from the wet ground
I remember you in 1992
Well it's just something that we dreamed up when we were young
It's me
I'm sorry I haven't wrote
When you shoved it down my throat
I got turned off
Dear moderation
Our friends all scattered like the ash
They were drumming on the dash
When they drove away
Into the city
Poisoned and pretty
You cry on the phone
In debt but not alone
You're on the rebound
Ripped from the wet ground
I remember you in 1992
Well it's just something that we dreamed up when we were young
Dear moderation
As children no one ever taught us how to play guitars
We just played
Well we couldn't stay long and I left my phone in the car
Then we drove to the sticks with a case of beer for the party
As the parties faded we hit clubs
And the clubs hit back
I remember in November all the pretty lights
Before they went bLack
And the pain of the morning after
And the slow disaster
And then a couple of you fade from view
Dear moderation
I wonder
If you've got the time
I'm seeing friends of mine
Would you stay away?
Into the city
Poisoned and pretty
You cry on the phone
In debt but not alone
You're on the rebound
Ripped from the wet ground
I remember you in 1992
Well it's just something that we dreamed up when we were young
Credits
Writer(s): Peter Hassett
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