Did you ever wanna go
To back where we were before
Smell that pot smoke wafting out
From under your dad's door
And the steak-knives, by the bedside
Jokes cracked in the black light
They were maybe not the best times
But, well, I've had worse
And I wouldn't trade those memories
For the whole fucking earth
Dancing to Hanson, and Marilyn Manson
And I know that that doesn't make even a little bit of sense
That was the point, that beautiful incongruence
We didn't fit, and we didn't care
That feelings still with me, it's everywhere
It didn't matter and it didn't matter
To anyone but ourselves
And of course we drift apart
And maybe we'd lose touch
Even though we're not together
It matters just as much
'Cause when you'd say I was OK
I believed it in a new way
And as the sun rose on that dusty couch
and we were still awake
You had nothing to give me
But you gave it all the same
Dancing to Hanson, and Marilyn Manson
And I know that that doesn't make even a little bit of sense
That was the point, that beautiful incongruence
We didn't fit, and we didn't want to
That feeling still with me, in everything I do
It didn't matter and it didn't matter
To anyone but ourselves
