Standard (EADGBE)
Shake and stir yourself into a bad excuse,
a half-hearted 'fuck you'
Imagine all the nowhere places we'd have been,
my cynicism aside and let me try
To turn these awful words
into a cure not a curse
'Cause I'm still drawn by the kids in the corners
Those lovely angels, alone on benches
Still making pleas to the kid whose clothes don't fit
or hasn't found himself just yet
let alone the chance to love
You cross them off your list
This shit is piling up hand over fist
Got caught standing bored by the sidewalk
Tried to turn the offer to a punk rock stage
Got caught standing bored by the sidewalk
They cut and run at such a tender aagggeee