作词 : Joe Taylor/Kevin Maida/Nick Casasanto/John Siorek
 作曲 : Joe Taylor/Kevin Maida/Nick Casasanto/John Siorek
Should I let the words flow from my mouth?
Right down your street (While you're still home)
I hope you'll hear me
'Cause if I feel this low again, I'll scrape the deep end
But maybe then I'll stop pretending
Yeah, maybe then I'll stop pretending
That things just felt so cancerous for a while
I'm in the in-between
Like New Buffalo and Oak Street
I hope the thought of me keeps you away from the beach
'Cause I don't care if you can't sleep
No, I don't care if you can't sleep
Don't think I care if you can't sleep
Stay away from the lake
'Cause if you see me, I'll be skipping memories I swore I'd keep with me
In constant hopes that they'll erode
Just like the glass we'd take home
They're left to rot in your window well
So things just felt so cancerous for a while
I'm in the in-between
Like New Buffalo and Oak Street
I hope the thought of me keeps you away from the beach
'Cause I don't care if you can't sleep
No, I don't care if you can't sleep
When I close my eyes, I feel your summer skin
It pulls me apart and rips me open
When I close my eyes, I feel the warmth of the sun
It takes me back where I was where my youth was stolen
When I close my eyes, I feel your summer skin
It pulls me apart and rips me open
When I close my eyes, I feel the warmth of the sun
It takes me back where I was where my youth was stolen