Red House

Listening to red house
Sitting in my white shirt
When I thought about the grass stains
Thought about the red dirt

It's funny when spring blooms
The funny way the birds sing
I always think I'm gonna sing too
But I forget the melody

La, da, da, da
La, da, da, da
Or something like that

High school's been dead now for ten years
Isn't that some shit?
And from here on out you'll
You'll keep on losing things
So get used to it

She said she wished we lived different lives
Now that's some shit
And the only thing I'm good for
Is a melody and some poor advice
So here it is

La, da, da, da
La, da, da, da
Oh I forget

La, da, da, da
La, da, da, da
Or something like that

Listening to red house
Sitting in my white shirt
See every day's a funeral
Or every day's a new birth

If you're not everything
You're nothing till you try to be
Nobody needs saving
Just a little bit of empathy

You can't save the ones you love
You can't save the ones you love
But who would really want to?

You can't save the ones you love
But who would really want to?
You can't save the ones you love