My Vans are tighter than we're now, old friend
And I'm tired of holding the phone
When I know nobody's home
This milk that I poured for myself isn't cold
It's expired, just like you and me
Some things aren't meant to be
Despite what you believe
So it goes,
Hung my coat on a paper wall
Though the hook was well installed
Should have known it was destined to fall
My hook on a paper wall
Ideas that I sold to myself now are old
I'm the liar, who lied to himself
That book's back on the shelf
Its smooth spine is a tell
It was read by no one else
So it goes
Hung my coat on a paper wall
Though the hook was well installed
Should have known it was destined to fall
My hook on a paper wall
My hook on a paper wall
So it goes
Hung my coat on a paper wall
Though the hook was well installed
Should have known it was destined to fall
My hook on a paper wall
My hook on a paper wall
My hook on a paper wall
My hook on a paper wall