(trophy mouth! clap your hands just like an indie-rocker, clap your hands and dont you ever stop!)
so we play in minor keys a lot
cuz were never gonna find something good enough
cuz were never gonna see the top, so beautiful
believe me, theres a word for this
just a little to the left of that happiness thing
and everybody knows
now, do I want a major deal or not?
it aint up to me, but i couldnt care less
there are flowers on the dress of my girl in sunday school
believe me, theres a word for this
just a little to the right of that righteous thing
that everybody knows, it goes
just like a drawing on a dirty page
just like my 748
it flies me where I go, it keeps me high when I am low
and if theres one thing that i did right
it was you tonight
now, i dont know where this is going, none of it does make sense to me, but Im a fool
and you came down and you said show me, whats in your bag, whats in your bag?
you say were all about guitars
let me tell you one thing, I dont care to sing for the lonely in the stars
believe me, theres a word for this
just a little to the middle, just a little to the middle of everything, cause everybody knows, it goes..