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