I was born in Hackensack
The Dragon of the Zodiac
My bunny froze out there to death
He was my very best friend

Whoa, I circle in, it's all pitch black
The first time a boy called me fat
On the field, I threw the ball
And laughed like it didn't hurt at all
And Florida is filled with bags
I lived through the Simoniacs
It's hard to ever feel intact
It's hard to never want it back

You were born in Queens too soon
Miracles usually come in twos
And what about when there is three?
Bella said, "Leave room for me"
Leave room for me if you will

Wow, the texture of our Barbie's hair
The trampolines, we flew mid-air
And Father scared me with a mask
I laid with you in the biggest grass
That stretched so far out, we could see
The sky was blue, our favorite tree
I want it bad, I want it back
We laid under, you made tea
I want it back
Sugar water you served me

I want it bad, I want it back
I want it bad, I want it back
I want it bad, I want it back
I want it bad, I want it back

The rupture of our innocence
If you are guilty, I am in
I measure out our ignorance
When we were foul, our mouths got rinsed

The treasure of our innocence
We stared into the Superbit
We sat and watched it there all night
We laughed so hard until we cried

Now I can see your silhouette
Casting over my twin bed
Repeat every word you said
Like fire, I'll make sure they all spread

The rapture of our innocence
If we are guilty, slap our wrists
The pleasure of our ignorance
We were foul, our mouths got rinsed
Yes, they did