Fine Lyrics

Fine lyrics

Pretty soon we'll be planting marigolds Pretty soon we'll be trading stories
What ever happened to the baby that I used to know I sit here staring as my
body grows cold And when you tell me I feel fine And when you touch me I feel
Fine I caught you flirting with my memory You said that she was just a friend
Some things are better when they're standing in front of me Some things grow
bitter when they're near the end Say goodbye to the vinyl we had Say goodbye to
the radio songs You said you'd always keep around I don't know if I'll be happy
I don't know if I'll be sad I'll always be there when you drown I'll place my
why inside your sympathy I'll leave my x beside your o My generation is a
runaway centipede My generation is about to go