|Released||June 1, 2004|
We were visiting friends and saying hello, then getting stoned and not saying much
Watching the people on TV who talk faster than us
I'm still holding the cup, ignoring the sound of the ice cream truck
She had visiting moods, what it wants to be
We were visiting friends
I heard a bird in the windowpane, you rolled up your grass
But the comfort to know what visiting is
Wanting to be friends
The way that they smell, the light hits them differently
The sheets they get cold, the windows are cracked
Do you recognize the room? The posters that fill it, all the shit spread around?
We were visiting mine...