Don't you know the water's better on the east coast
New England prick, got me far from home
Blue lips, now your mother says you're too cold
Boy by now there's sea salt in your bones
It's killing me to have you halfway
Only give me Sunday
Feel you in my grasp
Feel you slip away
I kinda think it's funny
If she's from old money
Don't you think that I could be your gilded age?
Really can't picture me grown up
Shirt tucked, good luck
Still can't face the music
Spinning the block
Feeling pretty, feeling hollow
Seeking out approval
Like this whole city knows something I don't
All the things that make us looks away
Roadkill on the freeway
Crime done by a big name
Who's saving face
I wanna take the backroads
If she's all your tomorrows
Do you think that I could be your good old days?
I said it
I said it and I meant what I said
We got older and we got good at pretending
But this feeling lingers like small town resentment
Been putting flowers on the grave of your good intentions
Don't you know the weathers better on the west coast
Sixty degrees, put on your puffer coat
Have a feeling that all of my friends will go
I'll be in Boston tea-staining The Globe
Now what the hell are you gonna do with me
A straight edge that got bent in the in-between
Never a five year plan, always a teenage dream
Frozen over but the water's clean
I said it
I said it and I meant what I said
We got older and we got good at pretending
But this feeling, it lingers like small town resentment
Been putting flowers on the grave of your good intentions
I know you meant well but you didn't do good
It's ok, it's fine by me
I know she'll love you way better than I would
Well ok, I guess we'll see
Yeah ok, it's fine by me
Don't you know the waters
Better on the east coast
New England prick
Got me far from home
Blue lips till your mother
Says you're too cold
By now there's sea salt in your bones