Wingspan

Haven't we had enough of these apple orchard ideology games?
I feel like I can hear my neighbour's phone
Ringing even one full block away
Why don't you take me out
And show me how you paint the town?
We could drive around and listen for the sound
Of all of the lights going out

Why don't you give up, why don't you give in?
Why don't you call back and tell me how you've been?
Why don't you 'fess up, why don't you cave in?
Why don't you condescend to be my friend again?

And Catalina's arms are longer than a wingspan

And every other day, someone new comes around to say
There's nothing left to what you do
Someone else in front of you

And you should give up, you should just give in
You should just play it smart and stop before they win
Throw both your hands up, throw all your money in
Get off the sinking ship made out of your own skin