Title Track

Left uninspired by the crust
Of railroad earth it touched the lead to
The pages of your manuscript
I took my thumb off the concrete
And saved up all my strength
To hammer pillars for a picket fence
It wasn't quite what it seemed
 a lack of pleasantries
My able body isn't what it used to be
I must admit, I was charmed by your advances
Your advantage left me helplessly into you

Talking how the group had begun to splinter
And I can taste your lipstick on the filter
I tried my best to keep
My distance from your dress
But call-response overturns convictions
Every time
My memory cannot recall a wave of alcohol
We shared a cigarette and
Shaved the hours off

Talking how the group had begun to splinter
And I can taste your lipstick on the filter
Lushing with the hallway congregation
My best judgment signed it's resignation

I rushed this, we moved too fast
Tripped into the guest room
I rushed this, we moved too fast
Tripped into the guest room