Lyrics Out of Context - Field Mouse

Out of Context

It’s called agency
Write it on your arm
Fed up with the wait and see
Tripped silent alarm
There is a place I know
A few hours north
Right off the interstate
When it’s time, we’ll meet there
But I’ve got a few years left
Misunderstanding sentiment
Of being younger than you thought
Of shaping up to shake the rot
You’d think that one little slip
Would take you to someone else’s dream
The way you remember his voice
And the words that invented the scene
Some out of context universe
I never see you
But I know it hurts
Out of context, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts