and the bricks get laid and they get torn up and laid again but the bricks always get torn up again and your friends won t wait so don t believe that shit when they say they ll wait cause trust me your friends will not wait for you then you ll be stoned in some park just nodding your head and pinching your arms when a girl walks along she s humming your song with your t shirt on that s when you re done oh that s when you re done there s a cotton crush in the southern states but back up here man we ve got so much thread and space to waste waste waste and there s a microphone picking every word up and it shuts itself off when it s sure that it s heard enough the quiet can scrape all the calm from your bones but maybe it should maybe we need to be hollowed to get up and grow and stop fucking around to kick off our braces and start straightening out let s sift through the static to find a simpler sound than the shit that s clouding our heads now and i will remember that summer as the summer i was taking steroids because you like a man with muscles and i like you1