Original lyrics

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Your middle finger was clutching my thumb Through the park, and over MacDougal The torches were blazing above our street And just down from the sky Casey stepped with Anna off the curb His shoes are clogs, did you see? They dipped in that puddle The one catching green They were tripping up and slipping around Singing "Rosalita" And oh, I wanted to pull you down Roll on top of me baby, just roll We'll wreck our clothes We'll scrape our knees We'll taste the scabs You, sweet, are worth these next four months Until I bail out and kiss behind your ears Drive off in the van Oh my god, I think I'm dying in this car seat Where I'll spend through winter