death cab for cutie
two cars
I try to scrape it off the thought of skin against skin  And move it from the front to back and started (go again)  But the depression and time breed and multiply  And I've got more mouths to feed than I could ever  It in this song so  You go have a good time  Bring back stories 'cause I will stay behind   So punch the clock, two months are up, and I am stuck down  Against the floor the heat rises out and leaves town  As the depression and time breed and multiply  Til I've got more mouths to feed than I could ever  Fit in this song so  You go have a good time  Bring back stories 'cause I will stay behind   That's the story of a boy who tried to play it cool  But found it hard to keep it up when you were changing rules  And the depression and time breed and multiply Til I've got more mouths to feed than I could ever  Fit in this song so  You go have a good time  Bring back stories 'cause I will stay behind.