Two Thousand Nine

First day of school two thousand nine Black Mary janes waiting in line Two little braids are keeping time My little brain unwashed with lies Oh don't you take me to the attic I'm not lost like that no more I found you lurking in the stairwell Making pinholes in the door But I'm not looking for an answer in you I know I'm the cure And you're too weak When I wake up in the morning I'll feel fine again It's just the evening blues, the midnight moon That gets under my skin They told me flying through the air Would turn to romance-dripping dreams A kind of loss that makes you wonder If it's worth the bittersweet They love their words their little worlds That take you in with open arms Only to cut you into pieces Leaving lovely moonlit scars When I wake up in the morning I'll feel fine again It's just the evening blues, the midnight moon That gets under my skin When I wake up in the morning I'll feel fine again It's just the evening blues, the midnight moon That gets under my skin