[Verse 1]
Chipped paint, Carroll's gonna turn into dust
An old saint, a silver surface worn into rust
From long nights in a neighborhood I started to trust
To you, it's just Scotch Tape and a heightened sense of cowardly pride
A u-lock (some entitlement to keep by your side)
A felt pen, a detour from your morning ride
And what's left behind with your note
It's the reason I'll be running so late
A fine point to write off what I'll draw on today
And draft out the storyline to acting my age
To which I say:

[Chorus]
(Whoa oh oh oh oh)
Have you ever felt your perfect teeth
(Whoa oh oh oh oh)
Make a connection with Chicago concrete?

[Verse 2]
It's messed up
You always can become what you hate
It's bad luck or intention for attention's sake
It's so fucked you couldn't say this straight to my face
To which I say:
[Chorus]
(Whoa oh oh oh oh)
Have you ever felt your perfect teeth
(Whoa oh oh oh oh)
Make a connection with Chicago concrete?

[Bridge]
Do gears change as often as the seasons?
Is there a cycle set to breathe in?
Is this the part of me I'll forget?
A chained fence, the cement
Where a casual promise can become a threat

[Verse 3]
Chipped paint, Carroll's gonna turn into dust
An old saint, silver surface worn into rust
From long nights in a neighborhood I started to trust
To me, it's just messed up you always can become what you hate
It's bad luck or intention for attention's sake
It's so fucked that I couldn't say this straight to your face
To which you'll say:

[Chorus]
(Whoa oh oh oh oh)
Have you ever felt your perfect teeth
(Whoa oh oh oh oh)
Make a connection with Chicago concrete?
[Bridge - Outro]
Do gears change as often as the seasons?
Is there a cycle set to breathe in?
Is this the part of me you'll forget?