From this grizzled bench seat; bolt-on frame all the stains
Of a junkyard sale
I'm wondering if it's not just youth...you know?
Old woes won't waste a conversation
If only you could see my narrow throne's got a view to everything
You won't win to bind a heart that's found belief
Hope doesn't disappoint it only dreams
So take your take your time
Gaze while the air streaks by the static
Doesn't make much sense with your back to expectation
This battered second guess reflex just lost its grip on me
Regrets misplaced in time won't hope to choke ambition now
And for all you know, friend you can't afford to miss the ratio
These rusty suburbs leave no space for truck stop raids
And these dedication songs
Just hold the meantime for something more
Through all this time did you really think I'd let you run my aspirations dry?
Give it up, cast up your eyes, just let me fill my life with light
Friends shouldn't have to wage these wars, so let's stop here
