Lyrics

Yesterday you claimed St. Peter isn't far for you You said you'd meet me by the bridge You had your hair pulled back in tiny black barrettes Dressed up like some twitchy little kid Cindy, don't it seem like this has been a long time coming? Spent the weekend all short-tempered and afraid And all these perfect crosses make me scared and half hysterical And the red ones make me fade And the red ones make me fade The flashbulbs hit me with an uppercut My ATM card wouldn't work That taxi was a paddock And your raincoat must be cursed 'Cause every time I see you wear it There seems to be a storm that's coming in When all these years get in between us, yeah. it's hard To force yourself to fall in love with friends To force yourself to fall in love with friends To force yourself to fall in love with friends