Once the last drop of rain has dried off the pavementShouldn’t I find a stain, but I never doThe way the tires turn stones on old county roadsThey leave it muddy underneath, reminds me of youYou find graffiti on the walls of old bathroom stallsYou know, you can scratch it right off, it’s how it used to beBut like the dollar in your pocket, it’s been spent and traded inYou can’t change where it’s been, reminds me of meI lived, and I learned, had you, got burnedHeld out, and held onGod knows, too long, and wasted timeLost tears, swore that I’d get out of hereBut no amount of freedom gets you cleanI’ve still got you all over meThe best and worst day of JuneWas the one that I met youWith your hands in your pocketsAnd your “Don’t you wish you had me?” grinBut I did, so I smiled
And I melted like a childNow every breath of air I breathe reminds me of thenAnd I lived, and I learned, had you, got burnedHeld out, and held onGod knows, too long, and wasted timeLost tears, swore that I’d get out of hereBut no amount of freedom gets you cleanI’ve still got you all over meI lived, and I learnedAnd found out what it was to turn aroundAnd see that weWere never really meant to beSo I lied, and I criedAnd I watched a part of myself dieCause no amount of freedom gets you cleanI’ve still got you all over meI’ve still got you all over meStill got you all over me