OUR SUNDAY AFFAIRS LYRICS

"Joe Nameth (2-21)"

It seems like every time that we're together
we fall back in love within the hour
but maybe it's my job to feel sorry
about everything that ever happened

I swear I never meant to ever kiss you
while we were lying on the floor of my storage room
We beat the hours down, 12 shots straight to the head
I'm talking alcohol, dear god I wish I was dead
Our friends all chased us down the crowded throats
of your favorite thrift store, we're saving America

Entertaining the constant ideas of self-revolution and medication
Breaking into that kids house, or being sewn to Ryan's couch
Trampolines at three AM. Helping you shave your head

Hey man, come on, I just want to talk
I never meant to fuck this up
I'm sorry this happened to us
I'm working on patching it up
Hey man, come on, I just want to talk
I never meant to fuck this up

I will sit back and relax and close my eyes and realize
what it means to grow up
We both know I'm not shutting up this time

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