Sternum

When you carried me over the threshold
To the room where we got tired and bold
You held my hand up to your sternum
Never learned how to talk to someone new
But I guess that is an acquired truth
So I’ll meet you down around the bakesale
Let’s hear it for the things we did. Did you forget about it
Cold cocked and shaking like a fist till we grow around it
Stupid bus to a stupid place
All the miles between these nervous guts
That won’t cover the cost of my misconduct
Better watch out cause I’m on fire
Let’s hear it for the things we did. Did you forget about it
Cold cocked and shaking like a fist till we grow around it
Stupid bus to a stupid place