Kicking Cans -

I was born, as I’ve been informed, on a Thursday night

In the wake of a moon line opposite Jupiter

Now nearly seven hours since we shared that cigarette

I ask you where you’ve been, where you’ve been

Sentiments

Long goodbyes

Laced with bad advice

You kick and you scream and you make it so hard to leave

Sentiments

Long goodbyes

Laced with bad advice

You kick and you scream and you make it so hard to leave

Helpless hands had you kicking cans that you never had to

They couldn’t keep you far away

Now nearly seven hours since we shared that cigarette

I ask you where you’ve been, where you’ve been

Sentiments

Long goodbyes

Laced with bad advice

You kick and you scream and you make it so hard to leave

Sentiments

Long goodbyes

Laced with bad advice

You kick and you scream and you make it so hard to leave

Blessed with a heart so nice

You’d break it twice

You kick and you scream and you make it so hard to leave

Sentiments

Long goodbyes

Laced with bad advice

You kick and you scream and you make it so hard to leave

And it’s hard to see when you see straight through me