Cause some bridge will open up and we'll just fall right through
With this fear comes a comfort in routine
I know where I'll be when gravity finally comes for me
Sometimes I drink to that
Sometimes I had to medicate
Sometimes I'm causing trouble
Sometimes I just go on and fake it
But oh, what have the miles done to me?
And with you--oh you--I never question it
You got a thing for things that make no sense
I know you now, I knew you back then
When I was into loud talkers and you, good lookers
We found a bench, had a picnic off the Hudson
I pulled a bottle from deep inside this backpack
I said, the buildings are like kingdoms of the casino kind
You pulled the cork and we both drank to that
Oh, these paper cups and plastic plates
But oh, it's the first thing to make sense all day
Hope it's not all she wrote
I hope, my God, I said it right right now
In this face I see a history similar
In this past I see nothing but reminders
When I say things like this I could just sit here all night
Worry about the morning just making no sense
1 | Set A Pace (To Keep) |
2 | Names Will Stand for Something |
3 | Scenes |
4 | A Shirt for Each Zipcode |
5 | Thinking |
6 | Not A Lover Yet |
7 | This is a Call |
8 | Glass |
9 | Up the Punks |
10 | Lafayette |