Dear Moderation Lyrics

Dear moderation

It's me

I'm sorry I haven't wrote

When you shoved it down my throat

I got turned off

Dear moderation

Our friends all scattered like the ash

They were drumming on the dash

When they drove away

Into the city

Poisoned and pretty

You cry on the phone

In debt but not alone

You're on the rebound

Ripped from the wet ground

I remember you in 1992

Well it's just something that we dreamed up when we were young

Dear moderation

As children no one ever taught us how to play guitars

We just played

Well we couldn't stay long and I left my phone in the car

Then we drove to the sticks with a case of beer for the party

As the parties faded we hit clubs

And the clubs hit back

I remember in November all the pretty lights

Before they went bLack

And the pain of the morning after

And the slow disaster

And then a couple of you fade from view

Dear moderation

I wonder

If you've got the time

I'm seeing friends of mine

Would you stay away?

Into the city

Poisoned and pretty

You cry on the phone

In debt but not alone

You're on the rebound

Ripped from the wet ground

I remember you in 1992

Well it's just something that we dreamed up when we were young