[00:00:01] Tonight in a can, sticky from the brine I thought I'd come back, you thought I was fine
[00:00:12] When he came down the stairs Remember what he said, heaviest the head, happiest the fool
[00:00:24] You're insecure, lost in your mother's, lost in your daddy's shoes
[00:00:34] This lonely living room, feels like the pocket of your bride's suit
[00:00:46] And it all comes back around, I know that I'm not really trying
[00:00:56] And it all comes back somehow, I know that I'm not really trying
[00:01:12] Tonight in a can, why are you so sad?
[00:01:18] Your headline in the show, at the funeral
[00:01:23] I walk into the room, greasing his platoon
[00:01:29] I think about the end, I think that I'm the fool
[00:01:35] That's insecure, lost in my mother's, lost in my daddy's shoes
[00:01:45] And it all comes back around, I know that I'm not really trying
[00:01:57] And it all comes back somehow, I know that I'm not really trying
[00:02:07] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[00:02:37] I know that I've not really tried
[00:02:45] And it all comes back somehow
[00:02:49] I know that I've not really tried