ugly green carpet with wood-paneled walls
one whole summer where I abstained from alcohol
cymbals crashing on an old church drum kit
I'd just got a new guitar but could hardly play it
(I can still hardly play it)
sad, dejected yet it was the time of my life
talked until our throats were sore
we drank coffee all night
recording songs in my mom's living room
a blanket over the doorway
while she slept on and on
never gave a single complaint

and all of it helped me carry on like I wasn't heartbroken
all of it helped me carry on like she wasn't sick
I started to get better all while she didn't

mice so big I swear they could've been rats
a show every single night, "let me check your X"
I didn't know what to think of My Virgin Eyes
we always made the same joke about Not Tonite (real ones know)
and I awkwardly laughed every time

and all of it helped me carry on like I wasn't heartbroken
and all of it helped me carry on like the curse wouldn't stick
I started to feel hopeful or at least something like it again

I picked you up every morning on our way to work
even when you made me late the manager only treated me like a jerk
we both called in sick to drive all the way to Texas
to teach us a lesson oh how the sun burned us
even though we were there for your uncle's funeral
somehow, somehow that trip helped me heal
then that August I met Stacy at your dad's church
I kept on getting better until I finally beat the curse
I finally beat the curse
i finally beat the curse
I think I finally beat the curse