Getting fucked up on cough syrup the night we slept inside yr car Waking up with dried saliva on our cheeks and in our hearts It took its toll on our soul yeah I'm sure it did But that hasn't stopped us before and it won't this time Venting about it on the patio outside your house Where we smoked cigarettes and listened to modest mouse A rainy Saturday won't stop us from planning ways To go to space or to overthrow our government More ways for us to get back to how we felt before You'll call me stupid when I say that want the rest Of all my days to spent with you only you Our maladaptation's and misspent time won't bother me As long as I can still call them ours and not just mine