Lyrics 12:03 - Against Me!

Twelve o three pm on a Sunday morning
I′m waiting on this girl to call me
I'm learning to roll cones a little better
Everything today will have a pineapple back
And I′ve made a lot of miles this year
But the miles don't mean much when they always cycle me back to you
Always tethered like a toy to your finger
You walk me like a dog and I'm sick of rolling over
Now I′m swinging broad and wide and random
Whatever direction takes me away from you
That′s the direction I wanna head in
Limited range to haunt
Thankful for the friends I've got
I want what I want, not what you′ve got to give to me
Well maybe that's naivety, but as long as I′m still breathing
I prefer to live a little bit reckless
Whatever takes the edge off and alleviates the swelling
Well you only ever really know you're living
You′re totally sure that you're dying
Maybe we get where we wanna go. I don't know. Fuck it
Maybe the earth opens up and swallows us whole
Well if I got to learn to stand and then I′m pretty sure
That I can work myself up into a run
And I′ll keep heading your direction
Limited range to haunt
Thankful for the friends I've got
Sometimes you gotta get a little high to get some new perspective
If there′s a chance I could share the view with you
And I keep waiting for you to call
Limited range to haunt
Thankful for the friends I've got