Tekster: Junior Varsity. Wide Eyed. What It Meant To Be Clean.

The AST took my baby from me
There is no touching here
You've got to trust in me, you were too used to it
You had to come back down

I thought I could keep it better, together
Forever in debt to each other
I thought I could keep it better, together
Forever in debt to each other

JWCC bought and stole time from me
And this is what I've learned
Fuck the thrill of the chase, race is socially designed
To bring you right back down

I thought I could keep it better, together
Forever in debt to each other
I thought I could keep it better, together
Forever in debt to each other

I can't find conclusions, a glue gun
A piece of work or two
To see another father-daughter brawl
Is just a wonderful waste of time

Back when the slate was clean
2002, I've not a clue
For the life of me, I can't think
I'm recalling

I thought I could keep it better, together
Forever in debt to each other
I thought I could keep it better, together
Forever in debt to each other

The portrait of what it meant to be clean
The portrait of what it meant to be clean
The portrait of what it meant to be clean
The portrait of what it meant to be clean