Up in the Attic

Kisses are a better fate lady
 I swear by all flowers
 That I find it really hard to stop thinking about you
 And the windows won't roll down
 And the sound is unbearable
 But I was with you then
 And things weren't terrible
 Why do I always fuck the good things up
 And we were listening to folk punk
 Playing with your dog
 I thought that things would never go wrong
 But 2 weeks passed and I haven't heard from you since
 And we were listening to folk punk
 Playing with your dog
 I thought that things would never go wrong
 But 2 weeks passed and I haven't heard from you since
 And we were listening to folk punk
 Playing with your dog
 I thought that things would never go wrong
 But 2 weeks passed and I haven't heard from you since
 And we were listening to folk punk
 Playing with your dog
 I thought that things would never go wrong
 But 2 weeks passed and I haven't heard from you since