It was a Sunday when i stumbled
And i started seeing stars
On the converse shoes
Of a recluse
She wore them wide as angel's arms
I moved my mouth
But i just mumbled
Something about the boulevard
Being the death of me
But she said she sees
The cracks as battle scars

So tell me why am i such a sucker for poetics
You take the time to say something so sweet
And I'll never forget it.
And if you could, would you
Relive that first kiss
No i mean if, you knew
You'd have the Midwest's best kept secret
Sleeping next to you

Well it was Wednesday
By the time that i awoke
I had a headache
And my clothing smelled like smoke
It was an hour and 15 minutes
Before i found the strength to stand
And i resolved to rendezvous again
And exalted for my plan

Then it was Thursday
And i hadn't heard a thing
Friday i started stirring
but i kept listening
I heard the door begin to open
I heard my hinges start to squeak
I hoped for good words to be spoken
But they were gone just like the week
When i said
"You've got a spot on your soul"
And she looked down at her shoes
She said "you're losing control"
I said "you're all i've got to lose"

Give me a branch and I'll break it
But give me a chance and I'll take it
And run, and run

So tell me why am i such a sucker for aesthetics
You keep your sneakers so pristine
But babe your conscience can't reflect it
And if you could, would you
Relive that first kiss
No i mean if, you knew
You'd have the Midwest's best kept secret
Sleeping next, to you
And you knew that she'd be leaving
And you'd think you had been dreaming
But in the beginning you'd believe
That it was real

And I've washed my hands of this
They're just not dry quite yet
And I'm having trouble holding on to anything
Anything

So tell me why am i such a sucker for poetics
You take the time to say something so sweet
And I'll never forget it
And if you could, would you
Relive that first kiss
No i mean if, you knew
You'd have the Midwest's best kept secret
Sleeping next, to you
And you knew that she'd be leaving
And you'd think you had been dreaming
But in the beginning you'd believe
That it was real


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