Looking back, 3rd Avenue 586, I’m waiting in the doorway. I found your ring buried in a drawer, underneath some letters from yesterday. Don’t you wanna know how I’ve been? I’m still running around looking for you, me, and anything, so I can feel something. Looking out, 1606 10th Avenue, I thought I heard your name. The leaves and the rain paint pictures that we’ve seen before, but they don’t look the same. Don’t you wanna know how I feel, sleeping underneath the heel, jet-lagged, sick-sad? Come on, let’s cut a deal, so I can feel something. Everybody knows it’s gonna be a long winter. And everybody thinks they’re gonna go home with her. And everybody feels the same way, one time; the same way with the same rhyme, so where are you tonight? Boxes, socks, garbage bags, and a shower drain filled with your brown hair. A fake christmas tree, an Alabama snow globe. I really wish I didn’t care. Don’t you wanna know how it could have been if you had just opened your mouth one time and said anything? So I can feel something.
Man I just love The Damnwells. Alex Dezen says it like I wish i knew how to.
My father says that almost the whole world is asleep. Everybody you know. Everybody you see. Everybody you talk to. He says that only a few people are awake and they live in a state of constant total amazement.