it's one of those weeks where the liquore store guy
is more worried about what happened to my
friends and me than my friends seem to be
we used to come in together all the time

i think i've given too many secrets away
and the ones i have left are too hard to explain

you've all split up he says
no we'll be together again someday
i shurg my shoulders and say
but i'm not even sure i want them

i think i've given too many secrets away
and the ones i have left are too hard to explain
and i miss my doomed plans
the truck living and pinatas and blackberry pie
it's all fucked up something's wrong
something's wrong