Thwaits - Interstate Lyrics

I've learned the hard way
That you were on the interstate
I was making faces and laughing at the mirror
I've learned the hard way
That mother cried, mother cried herself to sleep
With all the sentiment
Of a concrete mass
I'm not through waiting, this anticipation
Of accompaniment
I've learned the heartache
Of loving what is commonplace
And I was taking paces and longing for the years
When I'd learned the heartache
Of a brother crying, a brother crying himself from sleep
With all the settlement
Of a concrete mass
And I'm not through waiting, this anticipation
Of accompaniment
In all the sediment
What a complete mess
I'm out here waiting, this anticipation
Of accompaniment
And all resentment
Is a complex path
I'm out here waiting, this anticipation
Of accompaniment
In all the sediment
What a complete mess
I'm out here waiting, this anticipation
Of accompaniment
And all resentment
Is a complex path
I'm out here waiting, this anticipation
Of accompaniment