We were never ever gonna be part of a plan
Maybe it’s our bringing ups, our breaking downs and getting ups
We were only ever gonna be torn at the seams
Kind of rag-a-tag and held together by safety pins
These dishes are filthy, our parents live in jars
Oh how I hate the way we carry on down this dirty mile
I guess we will only ever be, just who we are
Kind of out of tune, foot loose, not fancy free
These dishes are broken; we let our pets run free
Oh how I love the way we carry on, carry on regardlessly
The dirty mile will have its way
I wouldn’t want it any other way
The dirty mile will have its way
We were gonna give better than what we got
I can’t help but wonder what went wrong
A lack of nights and stuff, breaking down less breaking up
Your nails are chipped and filthy, whereas mine are bitten raw
Oh how I crave the days we carried on down that dirty mile
The dirty mile has had its way
I could’ve sworn that there are curses in that place
The dirty mile has had its way