Letra de 12:03 - Against Me!

12:03 PM on a Sunday morning
I'm waiting on this girl to call me
I'm learning to roll cones a little better
Everything today will have a pineapple back
And I've made a lot of miles this year
But the miles don't mean much when they always circle me back to you
Always tethered like a toy to your finger
You walk me like a dog and I'm sick of rolling over

Now I'm swinging broad and wide and random
Whatever direction takes me away from you
That's the direction I wanna head in

Limited range to haunt
Thankful for the friends I've got

I want what I want, not what you've got to give to me
Well maybe that's naivety, but as long as I'm still breathing
I prefer to live a little bit reckless
Whatever takes the edge off and alleviates the swelling
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Well you only ever really know you're living
You're totally sure that you're dying
Maybe we get where we wanna go. I don't know. Fuck it
Maybe the earth opens up and swallows us whole

Well if I got a leg to stand on, then I'm pretty sure
That I can work myself up into a run
And I'll keep heading your direction

Limited range to haunt
Thankful for the friends I've got

Sometimes you gotta get a little high to gain some new perspective
If there's a chance I could share the view with you
And I keep waiting for you to call

Limited range to haunt
Thankful for the friends I've got