SotD: Title Song – Death Cab for Cutie

by johndsykes86

I just love the slow build up. That’s all

Happy Case of the Manic Mondays!

 

Left uninspired by the crust of railroad earth
That touched the lead to the pages of your manuscript
I took my thumb off the concrete and saved up all my strength
To hammer pillars for a picket fence
It wasn’t quite what is seemed: a lack of pleasantries
(My able body isn’t what it used to be)
I must admit I was charmed by your advances
Your advantage left me helplessly into you

Talking how the group had begun to splinter
And I could taste your lipstick on the filter

I tried my best to keep my distance from your dress
But call-response overturns convictions every time
My memory cannot recall: a wave of alcohol
We shared a cigarette and shaved the hours off

Lushing with hallway congregation
My best judgment signed its resignation

I rushed this, we moved too fast
And tripped into the guest room

I rushed this, we moved too fast
And tripped into the guest room

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