Said I'd do better next time around
Soon as I make it to Morgantown
I'll get ahead of this avalanche
Can you hear the sound
I know I promise each time I write
Slightly more eloquent each time
And standing under a new spotlight
But the light is turned way down, now
I'm a cloud, I'm a motor bike
A college girl with no coat at night
I think I know her but can't place a face
As my window floats by
I guess I place too much emphasis
On things so small they barely exist
Today a ball, a paper clip
And I am Sisyphus, again
It's over, evening's empire has returned into sand
I thought suffering would make me a real man
But my soul is made of motion and my clock is made of stone
And I'm not a man, and I can never be a man
We woke up early, we had to leave
Deejay shift in the cold morning
Played Bon Iver and some other things
Sounding just like ash trees
It's a joke, it's a pa**ing thought
Life is short but the day is long
Lifted the tune from another song
So no matter what I say it will sound wrong and I'll get caught
Out on the street I grit my teeth trying to sob
Nothing comes on so I sit down and rest my head upon my knees
And it feels soft, but it's not where I belong
I never speak your name, I never write it down
When I hear it I feel weaker from the sound
I never speak your name but I am speaking to you now
So turn around please, turn around