Twenty On the Chiefs

There's a robin perched on the front porch

Ruth sings that it's pretty

And Papa Jack's got 20 on the Chiefs this year

So optimistic

So optimistic

So optimistic

And we miss you two like hell

I wasn't built for this

And neither were you

And we miss you two like hell

I wasn't built for this

And neither were you

Buried in a bed, wrapped in a blanket

Staring out my favorite window

Says it smells like the first day of school

And if I ever loved someone I'm sure

I'm sure it was you

And she's screaming California

Some beach in San Clemente

That sunshine and salt water's

Gonna make her run away

So I'm begging her to stop

But I never say a word

She's restless like the sea

And more free than a bird

So optimistic

So optimistic

So optimistic

And I love her all to hell

I wasn't built for this

And neither were you

And I love her all to hell

I wasn't built for this

And neither were you

There's a space that sits between us

That I can't ever fix

Piled high with things that don't fit

The kind that makes my stomach sick

And I'll be sick for days

I'll be sick for months

I'll be sick for years

Looking for you

So optimistic

And I hate them all to hell

I wasn't built for this

And neither were you

And I hate them all to hell

I wasn't built for this

And neither were you

And I don't know where we're headed

I don't know what to do

I want to kill every bad thing

That ever put its ugly hands on you

But I can't change the past

I learn that every day

So all I do is love you

In this sad and simple way