Busy Living — Townline

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Three years ago
I lost my mind on a concrete floor
No love, no sirens, no low lights on a couch
Days that I swore I’d never write about

Make sure your doors locked
We wouldn’t want your father here with us
We swam upstream on a love seat
A butty era firing, synapses repeat
I found for all of this
It’s in these words in the air they kiss

I’m feeling lonely
I feel cold down to my feet
Are you feeling lonely?
Do you see me in your sleep?

I tried to figure out
How that old oak survived the drought
It sways back and forth like it’s dying on its toes
But I’m not done yet
I’ve still got some fight left

It’s kind of funny how fast a wallflower grows
From a seed to drunken petals falling on the floor

I’m like a silent movie
That you’ve heard
But you’ve never seen
I wrote you a pure blood screenplay
And my guts went straight for the ending

I tried to figure out
How that old oak survived the drought
It sways back and forth like it’s dying on its toes
But I’m not done yet
I’ve still got some fight left

Three years ago
I lost my mind on a concrete floor
No love, no sirens, no low lights on a couch
Days that I swore I’d never write about

This summer breeze
It took us both by storm
With undiscerning ease
This time it’s different
This time it’s different

I tried to figure out
How that old oak survived the drought
It sways back and forth like it’s dying on its toes
But I’m not done yet
I’ve still got some fight left