the sprinklers hit the driveway, so volatile
it sounds like summer rain
my dad calls to remind me
son you haven't left the house in three days
so I'll splash cold water on my face
'cause apathy won't answer everything
like the sweat on my cheekbones
apathy wont answer anything
I'd call up some old friends,
but I'm holding out for them to call on me
poke fun at all the old times
and all the trying times found in-between
we'll finger through the dollar jazz records
and know the world don't owe us anything
but bootleg t-shirts
and larry's 2 for 1 deal on acoustic guitar strings