Lyrics If Not For My Glasses - Dear and the Headlights

If Not For My Glasses

A postcard of apple cores on spit strained wooded floors
I spent an evening getting practice looking bored
And there’s a leaf on the sill but it won’t be there tomorrow
Just some memory that I made, it never really goes the way I planned it to
I’ll tell it like you want, all parts appeal and none that don’t
I love your face, the way it moves
Your murky mouth, your eyelid brooms
And I’m feeling that cobweb apprehension
You’re taking pictures of me as I fall down the stairs
It seems so awful if not for my glasses and hair
You say I’m your white cast kid, I was born for your care
So why you gotta label me now, why, why now?
So I opened up the door, I know now what you’re for
But still not who you are
Now who, who, tell me who
And then you leaned into me and whispered rather softly
«Your feet don’t fit the branch»
It never really goes the way I planned it to
I’ll tell it like you want, all parts appeal and none that won’t
Like worthless words that you spit out, the foaming garbage of your mouth
I’m always listening;
I’m going rummaging through a dumpster of speech
You’re taking pictures of me as I fall down the stairs
It seems so awful, but this never happened, who cares
I’m just your T.V. taught child;
I’m your sweetest affair
When the alarm clock goes off, you will disappear
But I loved your face, the way it moved
Your murky mouth, your eyelid brooms