Through The Sound Of Crashing Pins

Bowling alley conversation
Coffee with no free refills
In a whirlwind of what we hate
Pins drop and i stare straight
Normalizing our friendship
Means talking about the obvious
And hanging out every other week
The p.a. music made us laugh for a minute
And i remember the hole that we were in
And i crawled back in it
The videogame stole my quarter
So i sat back down and rolled my eyes
Offered to buy you that refill
But i was short a nickel and two dimes
The p.a. music made us laugh for a minute
And i remember the hole that we were in
And i crawl back in it