Lyrics Punk Song No. 15 - Gold-Bears

Punk Song No. 15

Thursday night we settled into your parents' house.
Yeah, the newsman didn’t know what to make of these clouds.
We probably should’ve went with anything but your gut.
Like the way you used to look at me last month.
It was only last month.
Chambray shirts and Catholic skirts and a promised life.
I should’ve known that this was all just a lesson in time.
And the shortest distance from me to you is roughly 400 miles
Yeah, the way that you button my shirt always makes me smile.
Always makes me smile.
Always makes me smile.