Spring Street

Small town Stockholm syndrome is a little overdone The pictures I just hung up won't stay there for long I'm clinging on to dawn Like how I watch the same five movies off and on Driving down Spring Street when it hits me As I see the view of the courthouse from that alley Crying real tears over something I've wanted for years Even still, I want to stay right here Does hell get colder when the sun goes down? Do the oceans own waves ever feel drowned? I'm searching for something profound in this small town Driving down Spring Street when it hits me As I see the view of the courthouse from that alley Crying real tears over something I've wanted for years Even still, I want to stay right here Blurry eyed, faking smiles I don't even know why Cloudy sight even I still can tell This homes ethereal til dusk Like the tombs in the cemetery til their moonstruck Driving down Spring Street when it hits me One day I'll never again see the courthouse from that alley Crying real tears over something I've wanted for years And now I've got to burry the old me here