Straight lines that cut through the scene

like you wanted to, blue jeans.

Soft loans that spent all last summer 

buying drinks for you, blue jeans.

Left hand that crashed near your house 

in the ice and snow, blue jeans.

A face outside sleeping pressed against 

the bay window, blue jeans.



You've been trying to protect me,

An insect living in your memory,

Don't, blue jeans won't cut at the seams,

Like you want them to.



You don't need me to show the way now 

they're onto you, blue jeans.

And I won't be phoning you today 

unless you want me to, blue jeans.



You've been trying to protect me,

An insect living in your memory,

Don't, blue jeans won't cut at the seams,

Like you want them to