Paint cans left out all night in the rain
Flooding puddles in the storm drains
And if you follow the bay to the Pacific ocean
All the kids are playing and the moms are bathing
And the baby brothers all get swept away[?]
Paint cans left out all night in the rain
You've been rusted shut, forever to be contained
You'll never play in the ocean or stain the cement
You've been promised something that you won't ever get
It's done right discount flooring
The best of intentions can be so boring
Oh shit, what do you know?
My conditional love is a fucking joke
Writer(s): Kurt Glen Walcher, Matthew Thomas Ebert, Chase A Knobbe, Barry Joseph Johnson
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