too hard to keep lying as such
she keeps coming down on herself too much
she knows she loses only four or five months in a minute
sometimes the weather blows over before she has a chance to notice
dreaming too much about an old connection
she keeps complaining about her life's direction
the things she felt in her veins, they're going all astray
still i listen for the words i know aren't coming
her endless summer's over somehow.
she comes back to me looking for an answer
that i can't give her with my life tangled in knots
she'll say its right, as long as she can until its damaging her reputation
for knowing its never black or white. its just her and i and a tendency to stay the night
maintain a stoic composure
so she knows the feeling's no closer
to anything she wanted it to be for her
it's costly growing numb to the ones you have to keep
so i keep running ever closer to empty.
the years to date have been fucking exhausting
so i lay down, wishing she would just reconsider
with the remnants of her perfume always still sticking to the mattress
credits
from Sundays,
released December 2, 2014
Leads - Ben Zimmerman
Rhythm - Dave Chekan
Lyrics - Ben Zimmerman
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