The Saddest Landscape Archival Lyrics

She was the kind of girl that I would
Watch putting hearts out on strangers chests
She was good at blasphemy and I was transgressed
I found some photos of you tucked away like the scars in your thighs
You had that "fuck the world" smile and those careless hips
You still stopped me cold, and I remember we would go car to car peering into windows,
Trying them on for size, sometimes it is just nice to dream,
We always wanted to be runaways
Each day with new hope and new freedom
It is time that we finally stop running
This is our new home
When we carved our initials into the wall covered up by a framed photo of when we first met
We will never be as prepared as we'd lied to be but we will still take this life by storm
And sometimes we're fucked and it doesn't matter
If we never amount to anything because we haven't enough right here
And somedays we win because you sure look beautiful in this light,
So come on, let's dream, sometimes we're fucked, and somedays we win