Mosquitos

Putting on a sold out show At a lake for some mosquitos A front seat to an awkward pose Held by two strangers no one knows Months later a computer screen A cyber love that no one sees The sound of a boy crying Through my speaker it bleeds We can't go back We won't find it But we know that And I don't mind it Sculling lemmys in a run down bar We do it for the cause To prove that our insides Started this civil war Take me on a trip back home How's your mother been? Is that wound still sore? The sky is pink and we're alone Collecting shit for your dashboard We can't go back We won't find it But we know that And I don't mind it Endless nights I was on my own Darlin I was blinded Countless fights on the telephone But we can't go back And I don't mind it Two strangers in an awkward pose Isn't that the way it always goes Winding down their windows So they don't breathe each other's smoke