You never claimed that we’ve committed single squabbles
In ways you came
A feeling moves a little kinda slow
Another day I hear a fainting of a common groach

You’ve been a cool one
And off when it’s old
In all im groovin
All but alone
No one is open
Come by
And pace with me
It’s all that’s really have to be

Another day, we wake to feel a little bummer
Sometimes it comes
Although I know it’ crept up on the hay
Communication bluffs
Are more than just a covered
Ground for us

True friends and lovers
Call when their gone
Moments of waiting
Shells us so blunt
Corners and places
Novels
And a place to be
It’s all that’s really left of me