Find it hard to believe tonight In a curiously well-kept house built before I was born This year we're gonna stamp out the sorry feeling Rain on summer vacation five blocks from Tasker-Morris Station Fucked for the ride home if I can't find two bills to rub together before
Midnight rolls around I thought you heard me sing your spirit's sound But you turned in early Left the TV flickering its staged romance across your face
Said goodbye from the front porch I always wonder if you're smiling at us or if you're looking away I'd ask, but either way I feel sorry for you Locked your love in a screenshot They all work that way but I've been wishing I could say that I don't The selfish side likes to think my execution's more Of an honest one, these artists all cut cloth with underscored conviction Blacked out, friction flies me back to Baltimore to wait for you But I'm stuck here too
Until midnight rolls around I thought you heard me sing your spirit's sound But you turned in early Left the TV flickering its staged romance across your faceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
