Rough jeans hanging out on the park swings Bloody hands and scratched up knees Until sundown, we sit side-by-side And watch the full moon's tide Hanging halfway out the driver's side Of your boyfriend's Chrysler tomorrow night They found my fingerprints on last week's bottle of Communion wine I cherish never getting it right I adore when you're not by my side I love when you ask me for a ride And nag me til I'm fried I don't remember what you asked of me Coasting the pedal down Sycamore Street And using, using, using me gets old after a while But just a while I don't wanna talk when I'm away You no longer refer to me in a certain way Lying in bed all day I don't think I'm the same anyway You scare off all the kids That's what I like And we both breathe paint That we used on your bike Numb like God's hands when he taps out Oxygen deprivation with a stupid pout Plastic versus metal I'm harmless, yet I still hold on You're the hole inside my head Where the ice pick should've gone Metal versus ribcage I'm heartless Yet, I still hold on I long for the day you wake up Without my sweater on