House Address - You Blew It!

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»