B-54 - Over It

From this grizzled bench seat;

bolt-on frame all the stains

Of a junkyard sale

I’m wondering if it’s not just youth… you know?

Old woes won’t waste a conversation

If only you could see my narrow throne’s got a view to everything

You won’t win to bind a heart that’s found belief

Hope doesn’t disappoint it only dreams

So take your take your time

Gaze while the air streaks by the static

Doesn’t make much sense with your back to expectation

This battered second guess reflex just lost its grip on me

Regrets misplaced in time won’t hope to choke ambition now

And for all you know, friend you can’t afford to miss the ratio

These rusty suburbs leave no space for truck stop raids

And these dedication songs

Just hold the meantime for something more

Through all this time did you really think I’d let you run my aspirations dry?

Give it up, cast up your eyes, just let me fill my life with light

Friends shouldn’t have to wage these wars, so let’s stop here