Letra de Fashionably Depressed

At a phone the girl is cursing fingers waving a cigarette Jealous of the drag she is nursing to be touching her lips To be touching her lips Concrete sweats and groans sets apart a path for steps A track she's been digging in and i feel like i've been sinking in Back up, back up A kind word can only save me for a while I know, i know this is what you want Back up, back up depression's a fashion going out of style If this is what you want, then whatcha want me to say? If we're born dying what's the use in trying? Maybe someday, maybe someday Well that's just a childish dream, but you gotta believe I saw him the other day Feeding the birds down off of the parkway And i swear he smiled at me Don't wanna spend my whole life looking for love in all the wrong places Don't wanna spend my whole life thinking about what we could've done better