your stare from across the bar
it holds me here, i'm unable to bear
is it the alcohol speaking or the memories creeping
back into my head now?
your stare from across the couch. she just cant feel
it's just too much for her now
you just can't notice but i'll hold my my shit together. i'm fine.
don't know what the substance has left behind, but it makes for a real long night
the nerves sit in your stomach, they're twisting up together from the liquor. it's right
where we left off, not so long ago.
i could talk for hours but i'm guessing that you've gotta go.
on the car ride over, the engine shouts like it's miles away
though when i arrive your eyes keep telling the story the same
i keep hangin on every word but i dont want to hear what you've got to say
credits
from Sundays,
released December 2, 2014
Leads - Ben Zimmerman
Rhythm - Dave Chekan
Lyrics - Ben Zimmerman
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