Listening to red house Sitting in my white shirt When I thought about the grass stains Thought about the red dirt. It's funny when Spring blooms The funny way the birds sing I always think I'm gonna sing too But I forget the melody. La, da, da, da. La, da, da, da. Or something like that. High school's been dead now for ten years Isn't that some shit? And from here on out you'll, you'll keep on losing things So get used to it. She said she wished we lived different lives Now that's some shit And the only thing I'm good for is a melody and some poor advice So here it is. La, da, da, da. La, da, da, da. Oh I forget. La, da, da, da. La, da, da, da. Or something like that. Listening to red house Sitting in my white shirt See every day's a funeral Or every day's a new birth. If you're not everything You're nothing till you try to be Nobody needs saving Just a little bit of empathy. You can't save the ones you love, You can't save the ones you love, But who would really want to? You can't save the ones you love, But who would really want to? You can't save the ones you love.