Forbidden Love E.P.

405(acoustic) - Death Cab For Cutie I took the 405 and drove a stake down into your center and stated that it's never ever been better than this I hung my favorite shirt on the floorboard wrinkled up from pulling pushing and tasting tasting You keep

I remember when the days were long, And the nights when the living room was on the lawn. Constant quarreling, the childish fits, and our clothes in a pile on the ottoman. All the slander and double-speak Were only foolish attempts to show you did not

Photographs of the best time you had, windows smudged by the speed. Leaving home with our bags from Iron Street, as morning turned into California, And smoke trailed from the butt of my cigarette. Our glass house it threw rocks at all those it past.