In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
My perfect pin-up come off the wall
I ditched my buds for her bedroom but I swear it's not my fault
I think these feelings must be holy
This could be love, sorry love.
I'd find her drunk in the street, kiss the puke off of her cheek, put her to bed.
And in the morning my doll remembers nothing at all
I never said.
But now our summer's bending two different ways.
We talk like every other day but now the texts are getting shorter.
Gotta sneak away to talk on the phone
I kinda mumble so nobody else knows.
The conversations are sweet, real nice but nothing too deep, not like before.
Still say I love you, but now the words are forced from our mouths, kind of a bore.
Like we're not fun anymore.
But now my pillows smell like you in the morning.
I've got your stain stuck in my sheets and I'm like holy pfft cannoli.
I've got plenty competition I know.
She'll find a new man to carry her home.
He's probably cooler than me, sleeps right where I used to sleep, right by her door.
And in the morning they kiss, say I've never felt like this before.
I ditched my buds for her bedroom but I swear it's not my fault
I think these feelings must be holy
This could be love, sorry love.
I'd find her drunk in the street, kiss the puke off of her cheek, put her to bed.
And in the morning my doll remembers nothing at all
I never said.
But now our summer's bending two different ways.
We talk like every other day but now the texts are getting shorter.
Gotta sneak away to talk on the phone
I kinda mumble so nobody else knows.
The conversations are sweet, real nice but nothing too deep, not like before.
Still say I love you, but now the words are forced from our mouths, kind of a bore.
Like we're not fun anymore.
But now my pillows smell like you in the morning.
I've got your stain stuck in my sheets and I'm like holy pfft cannoli.
I've got plenty competition I know.
She'll find a new man to carry her home.
He's probably cooler than me, sleeps right where I used to sleep, right by her door.
And in the morning they kiss, say I've never felt like this before.
Lyrics submitted by getmee
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