Blue Jeans

Straight lines that cut through the scene
Like you wanted to, blue jeans
Soft loans that spent all last summer
Buying drinks for you, blue jeans
Left hand that crashed near your house
In the ice and snow, blue jeans
A face outside sleeping pressed against
The bay window, blue jeans
You’ve been trying to protect me
An insect living in your memory
Don’t, blue jeans won’t cut at the seams
Like you want them to
You don’t need me to show the way now
They’re onto you, blue jeans
And I won’t be phoning you today
Unless you want me to, blue jeans
You’ve been trying to protect me
An insect living in your memory
Don’t, blue jeans won’t cut at the seams
Like you want them to