Big Bopper Anthems

It's the Grand Opening and here we are

With picks and pens to sift with

Our wrists on broken armrests

The bitter taste of aluminum and

Broken glass indications of a house

Broken glass indications of a house

While June asphalt sprouts steel wool

We stare at ceiling pin pricks

And the light that showed through

Unrolled cotton

Heads were just bright enough

To make our skin look less sickly

Salt that quickly turns wheels like a well filed gear

Salt that quickly turns wheels like a well filed gear

When ticket stubs act as cigarettes

To big bopper anthems

The wrecklessness of being lost

And showing of coin collections

It's knowing uncertainty is as comforting as it's going to get

Salt that quickly turns wheels like a well filed gear

Salt that quickly turns wheels like a well filed gear

When ticket stubs act as cigarettes

To big bopper anthems

The wrecklessness of being lost

And showing of coin collections