There's a painting of a ship, The sails are made of string, Christmas lights hang down from the sky, I promise and I plea to a computer screen, To do my best from August to July… There's a pa

There’s a painting of a ship with sailors made of string
Christmas lights hang down from the sky
I promise and I plead to our computer screen
To do my best from August to July

There’s a painting of a bridge back from where I used to live
Everything’s gonna ride?
What my

Back in Bridgeport Nebraska, I thought as a kid
This body is not right, these teeth are crooked
The shirts and the skins, the boys down the block
And I’m still afraid to take my shirt off

When you tell me you love me it feels like a trick
It needs to be funny, It’s gotta be