Written by: Rick Wood & Adrienne Hatkin
Performed by: Jamey Clark - drums / Rick Wood - guitar, bass, vocals / Adrienne Hatkin - accordion, vocals
Lyrics
Drivin’ around in my old hometown
How the hell did I grow up here and still not know my way around
Feelin’ like a bug stuck in molasses
The second hand ticks but the time never passes
The child that grew up in this house is not me
Blink so tightly ‘til there’s hash marks on the wall
Make me feel so small
Another night in my mother’s house
She likes to pretend that we haven’t changed at all
But we have
Comin’ home to a house full of strangers, faces, unfamiliar figures but we ain’t got a damn thing to say
Talkin’ ‘bout your job, talkin’ ‘bout the weather, talkin’ ‘bout whether not you would trade places with me
Standin’ out on the hot black asphalt
I don’t even know you and it’s nobody’s fault but yours
And mine
Both pretendin’ that we’re withholding judgment
But silently, we’ve agreed to disagree
You and me
Just because I love you doesn’t mean I don’t hate you
Just because I hate you doesn’t mean I don’t love you at all
Try to fix each other like broken machines
Try to force each other to have the same dreams
I think you’re simple, you think I’m an asshole
You think I’m cynical and I think you’re loyal to your father
Just because I love you doesn’t mean I don’t hate you
Just because I hate you doesn’t mean I don’t love you at all
Try to fix each other like broken machines
Try to force each other to have the same dreams
I think you’re simple, you think I’m an asshole
You think I’m cynical and I think you’re loyal to your father
BUT IT’S NOT YOUR FAULT
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh x4