Take it as it comes
Things like this aren't fun anymore
I can finally reach my lungs
Why do I feel like I'm almost done?
I guess you've gotta want it.
Every outing night
I feel the need to try to ignore
the fact that anyone would seem a little warmer
The heat is dissipating now
It's colder that before
Ignorant strokes and increments
I finally end up on the floor
That's how I can tell
that it's not right for me
It's in the swell, the last touch and release
It's what compels two lonely bodies
and how I felt when I smelled it on my skin
Now I can tell.
credits
from Future Days,
released March 6, 2014
Music by Routine Involvements. Recorded, mixed and mastered by Steve Roessner at Calibrated Recordings.
