Fashionably Depressed — текст песни (Coretta Scott)

At a phone the girl is cursing fingers waiving a cigarette
Jeleous 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 singing 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 depressions a fashipn 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 thats just a childish dream, but you gotta believe
I saw him the other day
feeding the birds down off the parkway
And I swear he smiled at me

Dont wanna spend my whole life lacking for love in all the wrong places
Dont wanna spend my whole life thinking about what we could`ve done better