Boring old regular lyrics//back↼
I'm walking backwards//two feet going to check their trace
Old maps and atlases//foot notes I can't erase
It's so hard to ignore the fucking sound of your voice
played up with the lilt of a drunk man's poise
I was fine when all my friends were gone
I couldn't find them//I was stranded at Shipe park
I took a nap on a bench.
I'm not sure what I'm trying to find//attempt to define inside of these lines
I fell asleep on a bench.
Newspaper comforters//headlines wrapped over face
Words have their origins//you now drown under said weight
Getting blown by a dude in the ladies' restroom
while Roy Orbison croons to you them white-collard blues
I was fine when I was without you
I couldn't feel I was far enough away but how I was wrong
when I was without you I was a song with no words about how bad I was wronged.
Do you remember that photograph in my wallet I have? I woke up swimming in the lake, and, well...