Title Track

Left uninspired by the crust of railroad earth that touched the lead

to the pages of yout manuscript.

I took my thumb off the concrete

and saved up all my strength

to hammer pillars for a picket fence.

It wasn't quiet what it seemed...

a lack of pleasantries my able body isn't what it used to be.

I must admist i was charmed

by your advances your advantage left me helplessly into you.

Talking how the group had begun to splinter

and i could taste your lipstick on the filter

...

I tried my best to keep my distance

from your dress but call-response

overturns conviction every time.

My memory cannot recall...

a wave of alcohol we shared a cigarette

and shaved the hours off.

...

Lushing with the hallway concregation,

my best judgement signed its resignation.

I rushed this.

We moved too fast,

tripped into the guestroom

I rushed this.

We moved too fast,

tripped into the guestroom