We sit for an hour
We sit for one more
Talk about childhoods
And we find out how scratched up we are
From a series of confessions about how are
When you leave you ask, "whatchya doing later?"
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
We talk about songs
We sing about talks
One thing leads to another
I've become a nightmare of my beating phase
And you've seen your stuff in recent days
For an answer we're just hurting from our rooms tonight
Stuffy Et All, Bothered, Enthralled
Friends on a line
Time passes by
Do you think that it means we'll grow apart
Friends on a line
Time passes by
Do you think that it means we'll grow apart
And we find out how scratched up we are
From a series of confessions about how are
When you leave you ask, "whatchya doing later?"
Nothing at all
Nothing at all