Two Weeks Into April

Two weeks, into April

And your gum is still on my shoe

I've got four shows, in May

And I don't know what else I could do

And if I, don't see you

This time, in June

The I'll, just assume

You had, a mental breakthrough

Crashed your Dad's car

Into your front yard

Didn't take you very far

Guess you were looking at the stars

So take me, to that bookstore

We found, on Clairmont Street

Let's get lost, in the shelves

Filled with words, of the deceased

But that, was then, and this is now

Im you underlined outsider, that drowns in you desire

Crashed your Dad's car

Into your front yard

Didn't take you very far

Guess you were looking at the stars

What if what i'm looking for, does not exist

And if it does, will I find it

There's just, so much, of myself, I don't understand

And my happiness

Is in my hands

Crashed your Dad's car

Into your front yard

Didn't take you very far

Guess you were looking at the stars