Hey Kurt, tag you're it!
Hey kid, tag you're it, kid!
Whatever keeps you safe,
Whatever keeps you satisfied
Summer's on it's way
Still I must confess, it's like you never left
Listen close, hear our ghosts, high and carrying on
Something's always missing, the clean forks in my kitchen,
The rooms we used to kiss in, and leave from
Delusions of grandeur are wearing out, running thin
Northern Exposure rests on the auto-man
We play our games
We slur our names
We are the same
We are the same
We are the same
The only think I'm sure of,
This weight's worth carrying,
This one's worth burying
I've been casting curses to keep the damage done