Sternum - Two Inch Astronaut

When you carried me over the threshold

To the room where we got tired and bold

You held my hand up to your sternum

Never learned how to talk to someone new

But I guess that is an acquired truth

So I’ll meet you down around the bakesale

Let’s hear it for the things we did.

Did you forget about it

Cold cocked and shaking like a fist till we grow around it

Stupid bus to a stupid place

All the miles between these nervous guts

That won’t cover the cost of my misconduct

Better watch out cause I’m on fire

Let’s hear it for the things we did.

Did you forget about it

Cold cocked and shaking like a fist till we grow around it

Stupid bus to a stupid place