Kisses are a better fate, lady
I swear by all flowers
That I find it really hard
To stop thinking about you

And the windows won’t roll down
And the sound was unbearable
But I was with you then
And things weren’t terrible
Why do I always fuck the good things up?

And we were listening to folk punk, playing with your dog
I thought that things would never go wrong
But 2 weeks passed and I haven’t heard from you since

And we were listening to folk punk, playing with your dog
I thought that things would never go wrong
But 2 weeks passed and I haven’t heard from you since

And we were listening to folk punk, playing with your dog
I thought that things would never go wrong
But 2 weeks passed and I haven’t heard from you since

And we were listening to folk punk, playing with your dog
I thought that things would never go wrong
But 2 weeks passed and I haven’t heard from you since