Brookfield - Silverstein

A 26 ounce promise

The bottle still lays there

We’ll make a right on Brookfield

Never took anyone else here

The days I sit for hours

This night I tried to throw these rocks in to

This dirty lake that’s home

You standing in my backyard

Your hands up in the air

Calling out my name one hundred times but I’m not there

I think you telling secrets

To people who don’t care enough to know

Why I’m so scared

I’ll just sit in silence

Waves the only sounds

A sailboat divide the clouds that cover this whole town

So if it really makes no difference

I’ll just see you around

And if it doesn’t matter

I’ll stay here til the sun goes down

I’m standing in your front yard

My hands aren’t in the air

And I don’t say a word you know exactly why I’m here

A 26 ounce promise

The bottle still lays there

So bury me on Brookfield and then I won’t be scared