Down in a local bar Out on the Boulevard The sound of an old guitar Is saving you from sinking It's a long way down, It's a long way Back like you
Oh, alright dear, have a nice year Teach the mean girls how to be feared And turn the weak ones into servants You can't be satisfied You just want what
Hope dangles on a string like slow spinning redemption Winding in and winding out, the shine of it has caught my eye And roped me in, so mesmerizing and
We watch the season pull up its own stage And catch the last weekend of the last week Before the gold and the glimmer have been replaced Another sun soaked
She smiled in a big way, the way a girl like that smiles When the world is hers and she held your eyes Out in the breezeway Down by the shore in the lazy
The air is visible around you, rising up And off your lips in slow currents, and I watch As your face is framed in its slow currents, drifting curls A
Stand down, son And start resting easy You?ve done your service I am proud to have you home and see you safe It?s so good You looked so strong In that
Oh sweet lungs don't fail me now Your burning has turned into fear It drills me in my every step Im movin quick But you're always on my heels Just one
Hand out the window Floatin' on air Just a flip of the wrist I'd be wavin' you goodbye Drive past the lifeguard stand Where I'd sit around waiting for
We are the only ones who feel it tonight we drink tonight we dance we are the last ones who can hear it we're calling in whispers we're tired of waiting
I'm missing your bed I never sleep Avoiding the spots where we'd have to speak And this bottle of beast is taking me home I'm cuddling close To blankets
The sky glows I see it shining when my eyes close I hear your warnings but we both know I'm gonna look at it again Don't wait, don't wait The road is
She fixes her lips They always look perfect Never a smudge line Never too much I try on my blue shirt She told me she liked it once She wonders what
I'm starting to fashion an idea in my head Where I would impress you with every single word I said Would come out insightful, or brave, or smooth, or
On the way home This car hears my confession I think, tonight I'll take the long way In this weather The wind outside is biting It's left me feeling tired
Sleep with all the lights on You're not so happy You're not secure You're dying to look cute in your blue jeans But you're plastic just like everyone
Consider the odds, consider the obvious The martyr is meaningless The campaign has died in the planning stages And the fallen faces are the singular proofs
So this is odd Painful realization that all has gone wrong And nobody cares at all And nobody cares at all So you buried all your lovers clothes And
