counting the dashed lines
and our summer is through
to usher you through the gloom
when i see your face after the flight home
when you call my name through the modern snow
grabbed the receipts off the dash
of coffee grounds and ash
that's all i've got to report
when i see your face after the flight home
can you call my name through the modern snow
because i don't want to feel alone
no i don't want to feel alone
prepare for the landing and
prepare to be vaguely accused
by the sad and underslept
i wanna know what it'd feel like
with eyes peeled for tatters of tags
we wade in a quest for a cab
nobody wishes for the things
we relive every misstep that we've made in our lives
and hoard our scary secrets til they wake us at night
and we think we can't escape from it
if we try to just acknowledge we can do anything right
you're the only person that i wanted to like me
you're the only person that i wanted to like me
all these other motherfucking dipshits can bite me
you're the only person that i wanted to like me
i miss coming home to you
i miss coming home to you
i miss coming home to you