Fashionably Depressed

At a phone the girl is cursing fingers waiving a cigarette Jeleous of the drag she is nursing to be touching her lips, to be touching her lips Concrete sweats and groans sets apart a path for steps A track she`s been digging in and i feel like I`ve been singing in Back up, Back up A kind word can only save me for a while I know I know this is what you want Back up back up depressions a fashipn going out of style If this is what you want, then whatcha want me to say? If we`re born dying what`s the use in trying? Maybe someday, maybe someday Well thats just a childish dream, but you gotta believe I saw him the other day feeding the birds down off the parkway And I swear he smiled at me Dont wanna spend my whole life lacking for love in all the wrong places Dont wanna spend my whole life thinking about what we could`ve done better