These hands want to miss you
They're feeling old, worn, and washed up
They don't want to look for you anymore in the missed connections
We're getting warm
There's syncopation in our toes
I feel the rhythm, we're getting sore
Waiting for patience to knock us both in new directions
Can we go as far as the roads are willing to take us to catch the wrong bus
To make us learn our lessons upside down
And find each other on the worst side of town
I'll be keeping you warm and taking you home
At least I thought

When it's all talk of some wishy washy lovers
It's got me breathing this air that's caught my tongue
The fear of it all is how this mirror makes its money
Taking pennies from the water and banks on lucky stars

No more leaning on these walls
That have crumbled far too much
I've crumbled all my own
And of course these winds can't keep me up
I've been kicked out twice this month
I'm the bottom that's breaking off
Oh, come on

I'm curious about the way this city worries
About me listening to the calls I wish she'd make me
These buildings swarm and keep my cozy, but will things work?
My piggy bank tells me I'm broke
But I'm still working on my steps
Coincidently I've fallen flat on my face
It's okay
Newer faith in mistakes
And they won't go away
And they won't go away


Lyrics submitted by eltroyo11

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