From my favourite Death Cab album (We Have The Facts And We’re Voting Yes)
Title Track.
Left uninspired by the crust of railroad earth that touched the lead to the pages of your manuscript.
I took my thumb off the concrete and saved up all my strength to hammer pillars for a picket fence.
It wasn’t quiet what it seemed… a lack of pleasantries (my able body isn’t what it used to be).
I must admit I was charmed by your advances… your advantage left me helplessly into you.
Talking how the group had begun to splinter and I could taste your lipstick on the filter…
I tried my best to keep my distance from your dress but call-response overturns conviction every time.
My memory cannot recall… a wave of alcohol we shared a cigarette and shaved the hours off.
Lushing with the hallway congregation, my best judgement signed its resignation.
I rushed this.
We moved too fast, and tripped into the guestroom.