Get out of Here Songtext

von Bored Nothing

I walked down
Through the burning cars
Along your street

I sat and wrote
Your name with my finger
On the concrete

Your voice was still
And crisp in my ear
"My dad's a cop,
So you'd better get out of here"

I turned down
A familiar street
And the houses swayed

I remembered
Walking with you
And suddenly i felt afraid

You stood your feet
In the drain and said
"when you yell i die"
And the implications hurt my head

And so the cops found me
That night in the park
I was drunk and tripping through the dark

I'd carved a tree
With your name and mine
And the sentiment of cheap red wine