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