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Summer Nights
03:07
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You're standing there
A far cry from the crime scene, oh
You wouldn't be caught dead there
I'm the cracks in the street, crumbling under your feet
From stepping over me
This isn't a hole in my chest, it's just where you go
All those summer nights
On your bedroom floor
We took for granted sometimes
Honestly honest, honest to god
I'm no savior
But maybe I can save myself
You're in my veins
My heart beats black and blue
It's always over
Don't wanna see this town again
I'm sinking lower
Much deeper than I've ever been
I'll stitch together our pages
And tether myself to the mast
Take me out with the tide
The waves wash me away
All those summer nights
On your bedroom floor
We took for granted sometimes
Honestly honest, honest to god
I'm no savior
But maybe I can save myself
You're in my veins
My heart beats black and blue
Honestly honest, honest to god I'm no savior
(Honestly honest, honest to god)
Honestly honest, honest to god
I'm no, I'm no
You take the flowers from my casket and put them in your hair
(It's always over, don't wanna see this town again)
Like the tattoos that remind us that we're still here
(I'm sinking lower, much deeper than I've ever been)
You take the flowers from my casket and put them in your hair
(It's always over, don't wanna see this town again)
Like the tattoos that remind us permanence isn't fair
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2. |
Call Me Home
03:11
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've been twisted in a shape that I don't recognize
The sleepless nights seem to know
And I've been weighed down to this mattress for too long
I've given it so many shots that I feel like I'm full of holes
I remember the thunderstorms
That would shake my brittle bones
And you'd say "You're all right" (You'll be fine)
I remember the couches and the floors
We'd sleep when the nights were cold
And you'd call me home
Yeah, you'd call me home
I met you back in the spring
With the flowers blossoming
And I felt the sun on my skin
And began to feel brighter
Went back a thousand times
To retrace my steps and find
That you're not there, well I don't need you
In my head
Or in my chest
I remember the thunderstorms
That would shake my brittle bones
And you'd say "You're all right" (You'll be fine)
I remember the couches and the floors
We'd sleep when the nights were cold
And you'd call me home
Yeah, you'd call me home
If home is where the heart is
And the heart is where this started
Then I'm gone
If home is where the heart is
And the heart is where this started
Then I'm gone
I'm moving on
I remember the thunderstorms
That would shake my brittle bones
And you'd say "You're all right"
I remember the couches and the floors
We'd sleep when the nights were cold
And you'd call me home
Yeah, you'd call me home
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Pulling Punches
03:22
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You're the vase on my windowsill
With dead flowers I can't throw away
You're the cracks in my eyelids
That make it hard to sleep
It's hard to dream
The planes overhead drone thunder
Flying in or maybe out of midway
I can't keep my compass straight anymore
Seems like I'm only going down from here
You left with the falling leaves
I keep bleeding from my knees
Praying that spring comes early
Until then, the snow will be home
Where have you gone? (Where have you gone?)
I wake up with a split lip
From fighting myself to sleep
But I've been pulling punches
I feel the tired in my bones
And the air is colder now
Than it's ever been before
And I'll keep filling the dead space
Until it's gone
The city gets so hollow
It's drop dead empty
I can see your silhouettes under neon lights
I'm a homebody at heart
And hearts just don't heal right
But I wrapped my pink around yours
And we swore we'd get this right
I'm not a betting man, but I bet you lied
I don't blame you
If I were you, I would have too
I wake up with a split lip
From fighting myself to sleep
But I've been pulling punches
I feel the tired in my bones
And the air is colder now
Than it's ever been before
And I'll keep filling the dead space
Until it's gone
Is this all I am?
(Is this all I've got?)
Is this all I am?
(Is this all I've got?)
Is this all I am?
Well, I'm trying
I'm fucking trying
I wake up with a split lip
I can't sleep, no I can't dream
But I've been pulling punches
And I'm swinging away
I've been filling the dead space
And the air is colder now
And I'm trying
And I'm trying
And I'm trying
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The Homecoming Chicago, Illinois
The Homecoming is really just four guys doing their best, playing some sad music that sounds happy. When not doing anything else, they enjoy long walks on the beach and avoiding crackheads on the CTA. The "band" features Evan Huttner on the singin' and strummin', Kyle Luna on strummin' #2, Josh Cota on the sticks-&-skins, and Alex Smolinski on the low thumps. . ... more
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