Trip around the house reading atlases at night
How we barely beat the dawn back home
The streets are filling out with stories better told
I don't know if we're still talking but I know you talk about me sometimes
Trip around the house reading atlases at night
How we barely beat the dawn back home
Making collages of memories and dropping out of classes
I don't know if we're still talking but I know you talk about me sometimes
I feel the (?)
All the sleep we've lost
I was staring at my shoes in a service station carpark when you called
Dedication versus time loss
The righteousness everybody lost
We're happy but God knows we're barely holding lives or real jobs
All the (?) attempts, all the gin left
All the blistered fingernail dents we've grown
All those broken sticks and strings
We replaced, they'd break, we replaced, they'd break again
On that grateful first night
Between chance and design
Maybe I'm exaggerating slightly but not
This band is killing us.