歌词千寻
Cul-de-sac
-
The
Wonder
Years.I"ve
been
leaving
messages
on
an
answering
machineIn
a
house
that"s
always
empty,
so
I
know
nobody"s
listening.I"ve
been
confessing
my
transgressions
over
tape
hissAnd
the
silence
makes
me
sick.No
good
can
come
from
this..I"m
letting
go.I"ve
been
holding
on
like
poison
ivyOut
of
cold
suburban
concreteFrom
this
careless
urban
sprawl.I"m
letting
go.You
know
we
can"t
keep
out
of
trouble.I
thought
my
kids
would
call
you
uncle.I
thought
we"d
never
be
alone..I"ve
got
images
of
you
inside
my
headOutside
of
the
gas
station
where
we
always
used
to
shoplift.It"s
car-crash
rhetoric.We
f*cked
up
everything
we
came
in
contact
with.Just
boyhood
recklessness..I"m
letting
go.I"ve
been
holding
on
like
poison
ivyOut
of
cold
suburban
concreteFrom
this
careless
urban
sprawl.I"m
letting
go.Y
