I'm gonna pick you up and drive you home
And pack the car so I can keep you for good
And I'm gonna hold your hand and walk these streets
We'll hit your bar, we'll pound those drinks and roll
I heard ‘em say, ‘They don't make ‘em like they used to,'
Well it's obvious to me, that they never knew you
Outside my apartment screaming, ‘Help me help me, please'
Through all that bloody murder, just a drunk girl who lost her keys
We were on a plane from Michigan and
Someone yelled, ‘Turn that thing around!'
Well his heart's not the only thing that
Stopped beating when you left the ground
When you left the ground
I heard ‘em say, ‘They don't make ‘em like they used to,'
Well it's obvious to me, that they never knew you
Inside a basement named after a breakfast restaurant
You learned a thing a two about
Whether your words were warranted or not

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