Jeans

Said you're giving it time

To break the young mind

It lives in your words

I can see it now, sticking out

How a sore thumb arrives

Left so high and dry

Lives on in your words

I can see you now, sprawled in the backyard

A baby blue smile and the perfect pair of jeans

Snuck out again

To lie to your friends

Lives on in your words

Buying it never was hard

And fate has a way

Of making me stay

Covered in burns

When they had you left in the dust

A baby blue smile and the perfect pair of jeans