The Dockets - Through a Top 40 Hit Lyrics

Over my mother's mormon shame
I was locked out in the rain beneath mcmansions that loomed
She prayed over my soul
She'd walked in on it all
Alex split on that fall afternoon
I was singing to myself a pop song
That I felt a lustrous man had written for me and you
I only knew the words to the first and second verse
And the chorus he arranged with soft oohs

When I showed up at your house, you said
Kid you are a mess
Flashed a smile then you kissed my chapped lips
Again your dad was out at the office or lake house
We drank vodka in your room on the bed
You said, He's probably passed out cold-business casual
As my phone spat out that top 40 hit
Then we kind of fooled around
Fell asleep under the sound of that third verse I never knew or forget

Now I'm staring down a hallway in the high school we spent those days
When I'm cut by a cold, bitter air
That's whipping through the doorway likes ghosts with our names
I am light. I am bare

And you swore I was your best friend while that pop song kept on dancing
As we laid in the back of your car
You made me feel just like a kid, almost something innocent
Back then those words seemed to mean more
Now a stone-faced refugee at barely 23, I smoke a bowl
So I can scroll through the pictures
I tried to delete, glassy eyes stare at the screen
Thinking how I haven't seen you in five years

And I've been with other men. Crashed my body, pale, bruised into them
Last night I found a CD in my car. Burned, sharpie scribbled on it
The title of that top 40 hit