At Jims

It's dark, and it's hailing pretty hard outside
The trees sway and uproot
Some poor bloke
Gets crushed up inside of his car
He assumes it would never be him
But it's over before he can laugh
And he thinks of the bedroom your in
And the calm that together you bring

It's wet
Rain's seeping through all the cracks
The marching band plays its song
On the drums
Some poor girl
Is clutching real hard at her chest
Chartarum takes its toll
And she's thinking of the car that you drive
The cigarettes you threw out the side
They never landed very far behind

Wake up hungover at Jim's again
Wake up hungover at Jim's again

The town lights up
There's a bite this evening
Oven pizza
The kettle's steaming
Breaking news is left at the doorstep today

You, grew
I, grew
That's what we'll say
On another day
When we feel okay
When we feel okay
It's what we'll say
On another day
On another day
It's what we'll say
It's what we'll say
On another day
On another day
On another day
It's what we'll say
It's what we'll say
And we'll feel alright
And we'll feel okay
It's what we'll say
On another day
On another day
It's what we'll say
It's what we'll say
And we'll feel alright
And we'll feel okay
It's what we'll say
But for now
We brace through stretch marks
And wisdom teeth, leave those old receipts
At Jim's