Shrevie: Pick a record, okay
Beth: What?
Shrevie: just pick any record, any record. Okay what's the hit side?
Beth: Good golly miss molly
Shrevie: Ok, now ask me what's on the flip side. See?
You don't ask me things like that, do you?
No! You never ask me what's on the flip side
Beth: No! Because I don't give a shit
Shrevie, who cares about what's on the flip side about the record?
Shrevie: I do! Every one of my records means something!
When I listen to my records they take me
Back to certain points in my life, OK?
Just don't touch my records, ever!
What if we ran away
From everything
I was paralyzed
All weekend
You're so perfect
Just not in the medical way
The strength it takes
To be with me
Oh yeah
Alright
Oh yeah
Alright
What if we finally said
Fuck everything
I'd be terrified
All weekend
You're so perfect
But I've got a right now to say
These mistakes
You see in me
Oh yeah
Alright
Oh yeah
Alright
What if we ran away
What if we
(What if we ran away)
You're so perfect
(What if we ran away)
You're so perfect
(What if we ran)
I was paralyzed
You're so perfect
(What if we ran away)
You're so perfect
(What if we ran away)
You're so perfect
(What if we ran)
I was paralyzed