someone tipped the scales & watched the waters floodnthey blew out all the windows, caked the walls with mudn& everybody knows when it hits in the southnthat is a land that we will learn to live withoutnthat is a house that we have learned to live withoutnnwhen ruins come in pieces with no pictures to recallnwhen you cant find a light to break or bright the shadows on the wallneverytime that we declare this is it, im giving upnthere comes a push, there comes a push, there comes a pushn& we dont sit down what we do is get back upnnit was an idea that we had & a bad idea at thatni wanna be loved by you, i sure donnlets learn to be alone together, lets cry our fucking eyes out cuz we know no one will care for usnlets go home alone together, lets fuck & lets expect it when we dont feel any betternnthere goes the best damn summer that we ever spentndrinking on the porch, rolling our own cigarettesnjumping up & down in our panties on the bed, screaming,nthat was the best summer that we will ever haven& we believed itnnso wont you take me to the kitchen of yr ex-wifes housenbore me with details of all the papers youve put outn& i cant tell when youre gonna figure outnthat any line you use tonight will worknbecause were both as fucking broken as we look