Erin Lyrics

It's kinda like the feeling you get when you're finally peeling the flag magnet off your car. It's been stuck to your driver's door since 2001. Now it's knotted in a trash bag, at the bottom of the trash, way back, back, back, at the back of the garage. Oh, when I think of 9/11, I wish I would I would've followed you home. Oh Erin, I wish I would've followed you home.