Song | These Kind of Ice Skates |
Artist | Joyce Manor |
Album | Of All Things I Will Soon Grow Tired |
You can't make, you can't make a mistake | |
On these kind of ice skates | |
You can talk, I'll lie around | |
So don't you be the black plastic case for your glasses | |
You fail to feel time affect you | |
And I don't think your confusing refusal to heal | |
With all your selfishness singing, "I know how, I know how you feel." |