The postcards we've seen of the west coast

make it seem like its so warm but its not in the real world

We spent three days on a greyhound

it's funny how the grey ground turns from black to brighter green

And I am the reason she is the need

we are each other worst enemies

you can see it in her face

And then we said it to ourselves

our sun burns just as bright in Boston

our nights are just as good for nothing

our girls are beautiful and gracious

our boys fight 50 years of curses

The sides of this couch are worn down

but its better then the cold ground

forsaken gravity years from now

we'll be so proud we took our lives and we rolled out

and got the fuck out of this town