Title Track

Left uninspired by the crust of railroad earth

That touched the lead to the pages of your manuscript

I took my thumb off the concrete and saved up all my strength

To hammer pillars for a picket fence

It wasn't quite what it seemed, a lack of pleasantries

My able body isn't what it used to be

I must admit 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 convictions every time

My memory cannot recall a wave of alcohol

We shared a cigarette and shave the hours off

Talking how the group had begun to splinter

And I could taste your lipstick on the filter

Lushing with the hallway congregation

My best judgment 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