| Here I am future me
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| On the corner of 5th and Berkeley
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| Glorified canvas socks and this shredded jean jacket
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| The corners that I end up on by accident
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| Between the leaves and sky I see negative space
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| When I followed some directions past your old place
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| Like a friend you can’t forgive but then forgot
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| Your house is on Your Neighborhood’s Next Top Parking Lot
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| When I leave you’ll never notice it
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| But I relive those years like phantom limbs
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| Your indecision, a lack of empathy
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| I should’ve left, I should’ve settled for lonely
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| Every slow familiar soundtrack brings me here
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| To the ghost I haven’t spoken to in years
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| My nerves were slowly stretching out the sleeves of every sweater
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| Rekindling old habits, knowing better
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| When I leave you’ll never notice it
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| But I relive those years like phantom limbs
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| Your indecision, a lack of empathy
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| I should’ve left, I should’ve settled for lonely
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| Dark nostalgia and the tapes I haven’t played
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| Since that deck broke in my old room
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| At the house you never went to
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| Here I am, future me |