Oh Esmerelda, I’m smoking cigars on the porch and I hope you know that I’m losing this fight
I’m halfway to hell and the house right next door is just rotting away, the wood will decay by my side
White lies
Time flies
We’re growing further apart
Night falls, phone calls
We make our way back to the start
Expired that day back in March
Found refuge in the back yard
The blue plastic chair and the buckets of paint, oh they tear me apart, my eyes stay fixed on the skyline
White lies
Time flies
We’re growing further apart
Night falls, phone calls
We make our way back to the start
Expired that day back in March
Found refuge in the back yard
Oh Esmerelda, I’m laughing my way to the old circle K
With a screech from a nearby train
I took the wrong trail and now up on the ridge, there’s a tree hollowed out where you carved the sum of our names
White lies
Time flies
We’re growing further apart
Night falls, phone calls
We make our way back to the start
Expired that day back in March