LYRICS
SYRACUSE
I’ve been breaking all my rules
Watching sitcoms when the sun’s out
Getting higher than a lighthouse
Habitually hitting snooze
And I’ve been driving aimless miles
I’ve been sleeping on my own
Cause every time I think I find
Someone to get me through
I start running out of light to bend
And see they just ain’t you
They ain’t you
They ain’t you
I’ll never go to Syracuse
Not that I had many reasons
Never cared much for the seasons
But if I needed another not to
At least in that way I still got you
I got you
(I got you)
And I don’t have a clue
How we got here but what’s the use
Ain’t no timeline easing my mind
‘Less it don’t end with the truth
Ain’t no better sleep, astrology, lobotomy
Convincing me
I’m better without you
Without you
Without you
MAGGIE
Maggie would you love me still
Cause I’ve been through the ringer
And Maggie they don’t make no pill
To clean a God damned soul like mine
But maybe you could find it in your heart
To lay just one more night in my arms
Cause Maggie I could love you still
That northern wind rolled in
And pushed you out of my horizon
Like the sun does to the stars
Back again, I tried to fill you in
With all that I could get my
Hands on in the dark
But I’m afraid there ain’t no vice
To cover such a price
So Maggie would you love me still
Cause I’ve been through the ringer
And Maggie they don’t make no pill
To clean a God damned soul like mine
But maybe you could find it in your heart
To lay just one more night in my arms
Cause Maggie I could love you still
I know it ain’t fair to bind you to me
Like a roof over a born free bird of flight
But I can’t bare to let it flow through me
Anymore, all I was ever made to be
Is yours tonight
So Maggie would you love me still
Cause I’ve been through the ringer
And Maggie they don’t make no pill
To clean a God damned soul like mine
But maybe you could find it in your heart
To lay just one more night in my arms
Cause Maggie I could love you still
QUITE LIKE ME
The sun drops down like the weight in my chest
I lie out loud that I’m doing my best
Hard truth calls, but I just let it ring
It’s been ten months in Tennessee
But I still bitch like California
Could tell you how it feels to ride the breeze
The wind cuts deep
Every time you try to plant your feet
So I sing these melancholy songs
Bout all the times I should have grown but didn’t
And she’ll braid my hair with her innocent hands
And watch me fuck up all her plans in an instant
Nobody does it quite like me
Nobody does it quite like me
I told you bout the pay that’s coming our way
If I no one thing it’s to negotiate
The devil said it could be here soon as tomorrow
So have a little faith, hold us over
It’s not just cause I’m not quite sober
Look me in the eye
There ain’t no way to lose
So I sing these melancholy songs
Bout all the times I should have grown but didn’t
And she’ll braid my hair with her innocent hands
And watch me fuck up all her plans in an instant
Nobody does it quite like me
Nobody does it quite like me
Quite like me
Nobody does it quite like me
WOODEN BLINDS
Well I bought a shitty sofa
From a website that I don’t condone
Just didn’t have the decimals
To make this place a proper home
So I went down to the shelter
Found a mutt with broken eyes like mine
And we sit here on this made in china
With nothing on our minds
And that’s just fine
It don’t need to mean something all the time
And I thought that I was ready
For someone to treat me right these days
If it wasn’t my life it’d be funny
The pace I throw em all away
Sapphires and diamonds
Rubies and pearls
A brooklyn babe with baby bangs
A southern belle with curls
Give em a whirl, cut em loose
I deserve to lose
And the headlights through my wooden blinds
Are burning holes to better times
So I bow my head to the great devine
And I take the rest
They gonna catch me if it ain’t my time
So I microwave some protein
Put pretty faces on my screen
And try my best just to forget
Where I hid my last cigarette
And I don’t need no one preaching down my throat
I’m sinking, don’t you think I know
Don’t you think I know
And the headlights through my wooden blinds
Are burning holes to better times
So I bow my head to the great devine
And I take the rest
They gonna catch me if it ain’t my time
They gonna catch me if it ain’t my time