Testo: Atlantic Aftermath. Come Hell Or High Water. Expand Your Brocabulary.

Read back old love letters
I'm a heart attack, I'm a taste of bad weather
I sleep through the day with the best of intentions
I cancel my plans and she thinks that I meant it

I walk through the chasm in the valley of death
Reading notes to the nothings what a beautiful mess
And I don't know where they will find home

All of my friends write these songs about girls
I had dropped that shit six months ago when she brightened up my world
I have not the time for she loves me not bullshit
I'm sure she was really great man, but you'll get over it (Get over it!)

Sandlot friendly banter
It's spring again shit starts to matter
You lit a spark and burnt your mattress
You spilled your guts God knows that you meant it

I walk through the chasm in the valley of death
Reading notes to the nothings what a beautiful mess
And I don't know where they will find home

All of my friends write these songs about girls
I had dropped that shit six months ago when she brightened up my world
I have not the time for she loves me not bullshit
I'm sure she was really great man, but you'll get over it (Get over it!)

SB 1070 has ruined my life
Cuz the bands just stopped playing displaying human rights
And I don't have a voice in the business of fools
So just come back and play shows and save us from school