For You, with You

Ten dollars for your thoughts To me they're worth a lot It's no secret, things are on the rocks Four punk kids sleeping on the floor Played the show for room and board You're crying just past the bathroom door No tears in my eyes, no heart set on fire But if they're required for you, for you I'll tear out my hair, throw a lighter on the chair And sit in despair with you, with you The worst tasting breakfast of my life You kept the conversation light, spreading red jam with your knife You'll say the words when we're alone I'm taking weird ways and backroads Don't wreck my regular route home No tears in my eyes, no heart set on fire But if they're required for you, for you I'll tear out my hair, throw a lighter on the chair And sit in despair with you, with you