Don't know what they laugh about

They must be young

Domestic for a weeknight meal

They don't know loss

Strangers to their fighting friends, the caravan

Howl at the inside joke for contraband

I can't be anyone else

I can't be anyone

It's the way you strike my soul

When you make your way back home

It's the Earth under your fingernails

The way you ditch your clothes

I can't be anyone else

There's parasites and red balloons for birthday boy

Parents old enough to die unemployed

30 brings a fresh mindset, no search for joy

The funeral was catered lunch and corduroys

I can't be anyone else

I can't be anyone

It's the way you hold my hand

When the jokes that just can't land

Ricochet of stone cold bodies

On the face of his best man

I can't be anyone else

I can't be anyone else

I can't be anyone

I can't be with anyone else

I can't be with anyone else

It's the way you strike my soul (I can't be with anyone else)

When you make your way back home

It's the Earth under your fingernails

The way you ditch your clothes

I can't be with anyone else