Kent Has a Lot of Fields, Pt. 3

I met you 26 days ago
It's not important but I thought you'd like to know
Before my conversation runs dry
I thought I'd get myself an alibi
You've got your head in the stars
Whilst mine's buried six feet under the ground
Maybe if I dug myself out, we'd stand a chance
What's a kid to do?
What's a kid to do?
Your words are so sweet when there's alcohol in your breath
But you won't remember those lines in the morning
Let's just forget about it
I don't believe in much
But I'm a sucker when it comes to us
So if the horoscope says the stars aren't aligned
I'll send a bottle-rocket up
And fix the skies for you
What's a kid to do?
What's a kid to do?
Your words are so sweet when there's alcohol in your breath
But you won't remember those lines in the morning
Let's just forget about it
Your words are so sweet when there's alcohol in your breath
But you won't remember those lines in the morning
Let's just forget about it