
I Stole This For You
by Crime in Stereo· from The Troubled Stateside
Dusk hits and the whole world gets to be...
"Knock three times and tell them who sent you
And who you came to see".
I could find you in any dive
In any one of these dark streets.
In a vinyl booth with a stranger...
Dripping insincerities.
And all those promises to me you mumbled.
I guess you'll keep eventually
To someone else...
"Hey, what the hell", I said...
Now we're all former friends treated like guests...(Hey, that's what they say)
In our very own home (About you and me)
As we stare and wonder how someone so young (Hey, that's what they say)
Could get dumber than you. (About you and me)
But hey, that's what they say...
About the divorce rate
The kids grow up not trusting anything.
But I won't forget the day...
When you came to me backstage
Just to see what I would say about your newest mistake.
Dusk hits and the whole world gets to see...
You hide out in some Green Point diner
With all the Indie rockers...
And the graphic designers...
Diving through the alleys of these dark streets, With a vinyl smile...
Dripping with insincerities.
Hell you sure fooled me.
Now we're all former friends treated like guests...(Hey, that's what they say)
In our very own home (About you and me)
And as we stare and wonder how someone so young (Hey, that's what they say)
Could get dumber than you. (About you and me)
But hey, that's they say...
About two products of the divorce rate.
And if this fate is ours to embrace,
You can come find me backstage...
But I won't be anyone's mistake.