Hey Kurt,
Tag yr it.
Tag yr it kid.

Whatever keeps you safe
Whatever keeps you satisfied
summer's on it's way

Still I must confess it's like you've never left
Listen close hear our ghosts getting high and carrying on
Something's always missin, the clean forks in my kitchen
the rooms we used to kiss in
and leave from

D illusions of grandeur
Wearing out running thin
Northern Exposure
Rests on the auto min

We play our games
We slur our names
we are the same

The only thing I'm sure of..
this weights worth carrying
this one's worth burying
I've been casting curses
to keep the damage done