Fashionably Depressed Lyrics - Singles - Coretta Scott

At a phone the girl is cursing fingers waving a cigarette 

Jealous 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 sinking 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 depression's a fashion 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 that's just a childish dream, but you gotta believe 

I saw him the other day 

feeding the birds down off of the parkway 

and I swear he smiled at me 

Don't wanna spend my whole life looking for love in all the wrong places 

Don't wanna spend my whole life thinking about what we could've done better