12:03 [explicit] Lyrics - Against Me!

Twelve o' three PM on a Sunday morning 

I'm waiting on this girl to call me 

I'm learning to roll cones a little better 

Everything today will have a pineapple back 

And I've made a lot of miles this year 

But the miles don't mean much when they always cycle me back to you 

Always tethered like a toy to your finger 

You walk me like a dog and I'm sick of rolling over 

Now I'm singing broad and wide and random 

Whatever direction takes me away from you 

That's the direction I wanna head in 

Limited range to haunt 

Thankful for the friends I've got 

I want what I want, not what you've got to give to me 

Well maybe that's naiveté, but as long as I'm still breathing 

I'd prefer to live a little bit reckless 

Whatever takes the edge off and alleviates the swelling 

Well you'll only ever really know you're living 

If you're totally sure that you're dying 

Maybe we get where we want to go. I don't know. Fuck it 

Maybe the earth opens up and swallows us whole 

Well if I've got a leg to stand on 

Then I'm pretty sure that I can work myself up into a run 

And I'll keep heading your direction 

Limited range to haunt 

Thankful for the friends I've got 

Sometimes you gotta get a little high 

To gain some new perspective 

If there's a chance I can share the view with you 

And I'll keep waiting for you to call 

Limited range to haunt 

Thankful for the friends I've got