You’ve got an awful lot to lose
We’ve been gaining all our losses
Drowning in the music
And our minds to unclean causes
All the quarters in my pockets
Make up June
All the quarters in my pockets
Make up June
If you want something, take it
And the bottoms of our shoes
Let them burn if we waste this
Just let your thoughts float
To the sea of our basement
Far back home
That life wasn’t meant for us
Why should we even bother?
And I’ll lie still on this floor
As if it were my graveyard
Wondering why no one ever told me
I had any other option
We were waiting for someone to tell us
That the bad things wouldn’t happen
And how could you believe
That good things never happen?
Weren’t you the one who told me
“The good life’s gonna happen,
for us”
And it’s all fine
Just fine
Just fine
Lying in the graveyard with you