What We Like
That hole in the ceiling
Leaks light in all day
I started feeling
Drunk when I was ok
Your dad was a builder
He followed your everywhere
Your mom's a bit older now
And she is losing her hair
In December
We don't grow up
Standing next to me
Frozen peas in a plastic cup
A fight about whether it's pronounced
Nike or Nike
We need to somehow
Solve this mystery
We only do what we like
We only do what we like
Those cracks in the floorboards
Worsen with every step
We'll keep knocking on doors
Until there's nothing left
We've never given a damn
About anything other than
Sand dunes and bolt lights
And only doing what we like
We only do
We only do what we like
We only do
We only do what we like
(We only do what we like) That hole in the ceiling
Holds you like a daydream
And reminds you of when
You were young and so complete (We only do what we like)
You were young and so complete
(We only do what we like) You were young
You were young
You were young
You were young and so complete (We only do what we like)
You were young and so complete
