Did you ever wanna go

To back where we were before

Smell that pot smoke wafting out

From under your dad's door

And the steak-knives, by the bedside

Jokes cracked in the black light

They were maybe not the best times

But, well, I've had worse

And I wouldn't trade those memories

For the whole fucking earth



Dancing to Hanson, and Marilyn Manson

And I know that that doesn't make even a little bit of sense

That was the point, that beautiful incongruence

We didn't fit, and we didn't care

That feelings still with me, it's everywhere

It didn't matter and it didn't matter

To anyone but ourselves



And of course we drift apart

And maybe we'd lose touch

Even though we're not together

It matters just as much

'Cause when you'd say I was OK

I believed it in a new way

And as the sun rose on that dusty couch

and we were still awake

You had nothing to give me

But you gave it all the same



Dancing to Hanson, and Marilyn Manson

And I know that that doesn't make even a little bit of sense

That was the point, that beautiful incongruence

We didn't fit, and we didn't want to

That feeling still with me, in everything I do

It didn't matter and it didn't matter

To anyone but ourselves