Saturday, February 23, 2013

"My grandma would make me a bologna sandwich and I'd be pissed off" February 23, 2013

From the album The Great Depression, released April 13, 2006
"Calling old friends to make sure they're real/ talking/ talking just to feel/ that sense of you lost when you left last year/ distance is just numbers on a dashboard/ hours thinking about/ nothing but the transmission stutter you fear/ I remember what you whispered in my ear/ and all those things we tried so hard to never have to hear/ like kids tighten up/ start saving for the golden years/ that picture it fades day by day/ and the outcome's not so clear...
tried to put my finger on it/ but I gave it my whole arm/ I reached out with good intentions/ but I only did more harm/ find ourselves alone/ ever since the day we're born/ and we seek someone to sew sutures/ in the places where we're torn"

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