Tape Deck

From my tape deck there's a recklessness Inflections of the world we want All my friends my rusty truck We're just specks of love directionless Call this band just what we want We can change the name from month to month Four guitars and zero drums We sounded folk but we wanted to be punk In a world post punk My friend had an old guitar He took some lessons didn't get very far An Ibanez with one knob stuck Said You can have that thing for fifty bucks Laura got a bass but it got no amp Borrowed skills but never gave it back Luke is just learning how to strum But since he was the worst We made him play the drums Play the drums You may find In the palm Of your hand There's a flame As it burns As it climes As it turns To a blaze Well this flame It won't last Here it comes Hold it close Cause this blaze Can be fast Set it free now there it goes Luke's mom said that after school We could rehearse in the living room But that sure didn't last too long Guess she didn't know we'd play Fugazi songs We played these songs in the talent show And all of the girls would be in the front row But in the end we just chickened out Because we can't sing We can only shout Only shhh You may find In the palm Of your hand There's a flame As it burns As it climes As it turns To a blaze Well this flame It won't last Here it comes Hold it close Well this blaze Will be fast Set it free now there it goes