Laundry Line Video (MV)

I locked myself out of the house again
With an armful of cardboard boxes
Nothing in my pockets but a pack of gum and five dollars
I got a drink at the corner store
Waited around for you to get home and bail me out
Like a guilty kid being held downtown
We always see the same things
Trying out the other side of the street
Don't wanna pour the seasons down the kitchen sink
I wanna do it all again
I wanna keep it to myself and not tell anyone
It got me good on the second night
Airing our delicates out on a top floor laundry line
Trusting it to the wind, and I think we're doing fine
Keeping off the asphalt
I need an alibi,
They're checking up on our momentum
I had plans now I don't need more
I had plans now I don't need more
I had friends now I don't need more
I wanna do it all again
I wanna keep it to myself and not tell anyone