I should remember time stretched out
Busted knees and a mother's touch
To set it better
But I can remember idolatry
Changed you in every way but imitation
What was that song we used to scream
At cars in summer?
Used to scream at cars in summer?
One more teenage kick
No more crying
This is a fight song for a
White boy bleeding heart
No more blackened sky
One desire
This is a fight song for a
White boy bleeding heart
I should remember ice cream drives
Shoelace tied and a father's Sunday sermon sweater
I can't remember when we changed
But we stopped believing that
Bright Eyes' words or Cobain's womb
Or Berkeley could make it better
Berkeley could make it better
One more teenage kick
No more crying
This is a fight song for a
White boy bleeding heart
No more blackened sky
One desire
This is a fight song for a
White boy bleeding heart
A serpentine swell is breaking our sails
One more night without speaking his name
You are the consequence of everything we learned to hate
I'm sorry
I didn't mean it
I'm sorry
I didn't mean it
I'm sorry
I didn't mean it
I'm sorry
I didn't mean it
I'm sorry
I didn't mean it
I'm sorry
I didn't mean it