Incongruence

x2 Did you ever wanna go To back where we were before Smell that pot smoke wafting out From under your dad’s door And the steak-knives, by the bedside Jokes cracked in the black light They were maybe not the best times But, well, I’ve had worse And I wouldn’t trade those memories For the whole fucking earth Dancing to Hanson, and Marilyn Manson And I know that that doesn’t make even a little bit of sense That was the point, that beautiful incongruence We didn’t fit, and we didn’t care That feelings still with me, it’s everywhere It didn’t matter and it didn’t matter To anyone but ourselves x2 And of course we drift apart And maybe we’d lose touch Even though we’re not together It matters just as much Cuz when you’d say I was OK I believed it in a new way And as the sun rose on that dusty couch and we were still awake You had nothing to give me, but you gave it all the same Dancing to Hanson, and Marilyn Manson And I know that that doesn't make even a little bit of sense That was the point, that beautiful incongruence We didn’t fit, and we didn't want to That feeling still with me, in everything I do It didn’t matter and it didn’t matter To anyone but ourselves |: :| (loop)