There’s scuffs on the glass, from long morning drives, with the fog from your breath, you drew hearts and smiles. Human anatomy penned on the walls, at last resort truck stops, and big shopping malls.
I laid on the sidewalk, in front of the bar, this towns seen me worse, and forgiven so far. I tried to drown my sorrow, but the bastard can swim, we made peace over breakfast, it is what it is.
Roll your memories up like a reel, spent on vacations that never felt real. It’s impossible questions and effortless grace, the grandest of gestures at my rate of pay.
There’s ruts in the carpet, where the bed used to sit, and holes in the door, from fights as a kid. The boxes are packed, and we’re running late, it’s not what you want, it’s what you create.
Roll your memories up like a reel, spent on vacations that never felt real. It’s impossible questions and effortless grace, the grandest of gestures at my rate of pay.
There’s scuffs on the glass, from long morning drives, with the fog from your breath, you drew hearts and smiles.
credits
from Live Take (Demo),
track released February 21, 2016
David Stone
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