a bout of daytime television.

lyrics; me. // you sang a pretty song about petty things the time of year and how it made you feel the idea we could be landmarks unmoved or stolen scenes from old movie reels i can't stop my hands trembling its never all what it seems is this what i want? could be could be i'll just have to wait and see it was a well in my throat you could say i misspoke but never know why i'd pull away so quick light affection a trick to elicit a sigh oh i oh i oh i oh i the summer taught us heatstroke matted hair and sweat stung eyes we were finally alone on the back path i don't know why i didn't try i can't stop my hands trembling its never all what it seems is this what i want? could be could be i'll just have to wait and see it was a well in my throat you could say i misspoke but never know why i'd pull away so quick light affection a trick to elicit a sigh oh i oh i oh i oh i stared at the nutrition facts on the back of a bottle read through the ingredient list like prose of a novel all this new found alone time has got me feeling something awful and the weight of the silence comes down something colossal it was a well in my throat you could say i misspoke but never know why i'd pull away so quick light affection a trick to elicit a sigh oh i oh i oh i oh i you sang a pretty song about petty things the time of year and how it made you feel the idea we could be landmarks unmoved or stolen scenes from old movie reels