Soda Can

Split frame, stick, and a rubber band Driveway rocks at the soda can Plastic dustpan, glass on the carpet It was cool the way that they would let it slide Gave me a pass and I spent those nights With you and your family like I was your cousin It's hard to see what you want Sitting at the table, arm and arm A mirror up to everything that you're not And no, I won't forget that 'cause it's all I remember Oh Weeknights walking in the dark You and her would come pick me up in the car And when the town was asleep I was in the back dreaming if I tried harder When I try, it feels like everyone is looking down Onto something better or not around Still that kid waiting hours on the playground It's hard to get what you want Sitting at the table with your arms crossed A little late for playing that card You're ready for the setback and it all keeps spinning And it's too fast running and it feels bad knowing You'll just end up at the start And I remember her face and a suitcase And the hole inside made from leaving Oh, oh Deep sigh, setting up a perfect smile Gluing my hands to my sides Keeping my health in mind If anyone asks, I'm fine I've never felt, I've never felt dead inside Used to getting used to the taste of spite That covers me, it colors me red I'm ready to send I'm still in my head And I'll remember I'll remember I'll remember