A girl walking by my window

She couldn't be more than fourteen

She's eating her ice cream

It only seems to make her cold

Over a decade now has brought me from the time before

I could have conceived of the explosions

That would bring the sunlight to me

Bring the sunlight to me

Bring the sunlight to me

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Pull me, pull me into you

On your daddy's couch

Plastic Jesus, blue grey clothing

Hold our hands and fall in line

Oh, and I'm never cool, never never cool, never cool

Never cool, never never cool, never cool

Never cool, never never cool, never cool

Never cool, never never cool enough

Polished Paulist Fathers and their

Priestly seemings are all far gone now

I don't believe in books, I believe in sentences

I'm not as angry or afraid

I get hit and I just keep coming

I'm not as angry or afraid

I get hit and I just keep coming

(Just keep coming, just keep coming

Just keep coming, just keep coming

Just keep coming, just keep coming

Just keep coming, just keep coming)