
Date of issue: 13.06.2011
Song language: English
Hoodie Weather |
It smells like it should be snowing |
And I’ve been frequenting a diner on Main Street |
Where the waitresses are girls that graduated with me |
Have problems with oxy, and can’t recall what I had to drink |
No one knows where they’re going |
They just know they want out of here badly |
Like cigarettes dropped on a highway |
They smash, and scatter, and burn out |
Somewhere else without knowing |
I’ve got my grandmother’s veins in the back of my hands |
And just a hint of a South Philly accent |
I was born here |
(I'll probably die here) |
Let’s go home |
This town’s got lies to tell |
I’ll wait around to hear you out |
But I can’t keep from digging up these bones forever |
At least for now, I’ll settle down |
I’ll try to find some solid ground |
I lost my footing trying to get home last winter |
The kids in the graduating class |
Have got their eyes set west |
And California on their lips |
But I left some blood there, that I’m never getting back |
Rocky’s in the Deep South, I don’t think he’s coming back now |
It’s sinister, but it’s how life worked out |
I’ve got my grandmother’s veins in the back of my hands |
And just a hint of a South Philly accent |
I was born here |
(I'll probably die here) |
Let’s go home |
This town’s got lies to tell |
I’ll wait around to hear you out |
But I can’t keep from digging up these bones forever |
At least for now, I’ll settle down |
I’ll try to find some solid ground |
I lost my footing trying to get home last winter |
Growing up means |
Watching my heroes turn human in front of me |
And the songs we wrote at eighteen |
Seem shortsighted and naive |
So when the weather breaks |
I’ll pull my hoodie up over my face |
I won’t run away, run away |
'Cause as fucked as this place got, it made me me |
This town’s got lies to tell |
I’ll wait around to hear you out |
But I can’t keep from digging up these bones forever |
At least for now, I’ll settle down |
I’ll try to find some solid ground |
I lost my footing trying to get home last winter |
This town’s got lies to tell |
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