S.C.A.B. - Pink Tire

Hey!
Wait!
What's the story behind everyone you hate
That's a big sign
Long line
No time to waste
Imma pass by and notice that I'm late
There's a big pink tire
I wonder why the sun
Hits it differently now
Ooh

Holding it all in to find expressive faces
Fill the streets
I hope you brought a pen this time
Curious apologetic compromises
When the pain is blooming all the time
Yeah

Stop!
Don't make a sound or play it down
I wonder where you got that from
It's nice
Feel the warmth of stereo coming from both sides
I wish I sang more like Sinatra here
I guess I gotta work on that oh well
Old blue eyes

Holding it all in to find expressive faces
Fill the streets
I hope you brought a pen this time
Curious apologetic compromises
When the pain is blooming all the time
Yeah

Wasted all the time
Basically
Wasting all my time
Wanna make her mine
Caught up in a lifestyle that hurts me
I wanna remember
What it's like to
Like being alive again

There was a time my grandmother took me to a Burger King
The chairs all looked like Cadillacs freshly cleaned out of the car wash
There was glitter and I smiled

She would feed me here off the Knickerbocker M stop when she checked on her tiny house in that we no longer own

You know the one...
On Evergreen and Stanhope

I would tell this story to my friends and wear it on my sleeve like a badge or something

Inconceivable
Inconceivable
Inconceivable how
She
Would last longer than him

I guess if anyone had a capacity to outlive it would be her

Inconceivable
Inconceivable
Inconceivable
Inconceivable how
She's 95 now

And she is precious