Lost Ships

Stayed out of sight when the riots came
Then the fire caught our house
We threw our coats over our heads
Held our breath and headed out there
But I effed up and led us too far off
Without a clue how to survive
And as the leaves change, I grit my teeth
And try not to think that
This might be the end of us
Na na na na na
Oooh
Na na na na na
We’re gathering wood and telling jokes as the wind grows colder
God, I’m sorry I let you down
Hold her up to your ear, and pretend to call for pizza
Waitress smile
«Can you hear me now?»
«Can you hear me now?»