Do you the know the difference between
What patience means to me and those who lean on
Led-on drama queens? I'd take a week to lose it
They ruffle feathers for years
He'll practice weeknights, strumming with a pick or postcard
1187 SaMo Boulevard or something
The spilled beer runs the napkin ink
And it all sounds the same
With a slightly different name
I wanna take you to the bar with tatted up bellies
Closets chock full of rock'n'roll skellies
Sweat like the pigs strung up in the delis
Hit the dance floor with the Jagr cellies
We're 26 years away from the day
But cars seem to speed and brake all the same
Your cheeks, red lights, aglow in the night
I think I feel it now and I think it feels right
And like the long arm of the lawn
I'm green for you
Snaking through this city
Bringing me right back to
Me: alone, plaid-clad, Spring weather hot on my neck
You: a ghost the east coast could never expect
A lesson of mine (the unloving kind)
Heartbeat syncing to the pops in your spine
Lightheaded blood lust, stroke for stroke
Like a thousand hour class in who (or how) to choke
I'll double down to stave off regret
You're not one to hedge your bets
I wanna take you to the bar with tatted up bellies
Closets chock full of rock'n'roll skellies
Sweat like the pigs strung up in the delis
Hit the dance floor with the Jagr cellies
We're 26 years away from the day
But hearts seem to seethe and break all the same
Your cheeks, red lights, aglow in the night
I think I feel it now and I think it feels right
This feels right