Paroles: Old 97's. Jagged.

What remains of the day remains to be seen
By the TV that we never turn on
Each other's enough I never had it so rough
Ever since I been gone

White noise swells in my head
Making me worry it's the summertime
But ita?s the dead of the fall ita?s the dead of the night
Hell yes I mind

CHORUS:
I would give anything not to feel so jagged
Ia?d give anything not to feel so jagged
Ia?d give anything not to feel so jagged

I couldn't drink enough to make this make sense
But I think I'm gonna give it a try
There's no settling down there's only driving downstate
So I drive

REPEAT CHORUS

OUTRO:
I'd give anything not to feel so jagged