Ireland In 2009

Look at you asleep on the floor By the mattress In the middle of the door I just woke up from an all night war In your school clothes from the day before Is he asleep or is he dead? Are the memories pretty in his head? You say it's sure fire times But I say it's the end of our lives In Ireland in 2009 With my sundress that you kept like a prize Your mouth was my pill bottle Drawn out like a graphic novel Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh In the car park listening to Blink He's got his Calvins in the backseat Said for a quiet girl, you're awfully loud Let me show you the sounds You felt my heart race And your hands found their place Said you're in outer space I said it's all the same In Ireland in 2009 With my sundress that you kept like a prize Your mouth was my pill bottle Drawn out like a graphic novel Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh In the car park listening to Blink He's got his Calvins in the backseat Broken glass and empty bottles Are 21st century fossils Shattered dreams instead of dollars Listen close, you'll still hear their hollers Broken glass and empty bottles Are 21st century fossils Shattered dreams instead of dollars Listen close, you'll still hear them hollering Ireland in 2009 With my sundress that you kept like a prize Your mouth was my pill bottle Drawn out like a graphic novel Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh In the car park listening to Blink He's got his Calvins in the backseat