House Address

I'm a clenched fist,

Distorted and clutching hope

Beneath these two tired, broken wrists.

I'm tired of it.

I'm always running from this,

Relentless in its dissonance.

Let's consider this something I won't soon forget.

Eventually, I've to get used to "remember when."

Hey man,

Remember those nights in Richmond

And the way I never knew what they meant?

I'm tired of these toss-ups and all this feigned motivation,

But I've always felt fine singing in your basement.

Let's consider this something I won't soon forget.

Eventually, I've got to get used to "remember when."

I'm not the sum of my own parts,

Just a rough combination of the people I've met so far.

Let's consider this something I won't soon forget.

Eventually, I've got to get used to "remember when."