21 Reruns - Tommy Boys

Eyes white, red, and blue

Lids barely even lifted

Forgettable fools speak and walk heavy

Bad habits become a way to bury our heads

Down in the sand, sour waves colliding rocks and sea

Wrong/right

Same old shit, different night

So I sure don’t need you to wreak havoc

When the new sun comes, I’ll be up

Writing you songs in parking lots and tents

Or just carelessly laying there

Watching 21 reruns inside in one day

Garden on landmines, you can’t stand for anything

Talking away it’s tough to swallow your pride

Or ever bear witness so I do not speak

I can’t claim what is mine

So I take what isn’t

Just turn a phrase, what sense it’s making

To please the ones who sign and sell

Forgettable fools

Jaws to the ground

Your teeth colliding tongue in cheek

Shake habits that I haven’t changed

Skin left on the street

I’m not designed to move this pace

But can’t deny it’s appeal

Fun for me is not what it is for you

Swimming through oceans of bad advice

Free reign, on the same orange frame

Phone calls in your name

I break and you mend

So I can fuck it up again

Rewind the tape and hit play

Reading chapters I’ve already read

A pipe dream

I can’t decide if I should multiply or factor in

The path ahead has been obstructed by past architects

So I’m carelessly laying there

Watching 21 reruns inside in one day

Garden on landmines, you can’t stand for anything

Talking away it’s tough to swallow your pride

Or ever bear witness so I keep my mouth closed

I can’t claim what is mine

So I take what never was

I wanted to believe but I’ve been finding truths out

Awaken to empty, lifted from a dream

And you vanish from in front of me

In the space of one blinking eye

Said one thing and then did different

I break and you mend

Have I been falling out or settling in?

Such a waste of time

Places I have spent my youth and what’s left