Split

I'm waking up

Afternoon in blue

All my worst songs

Are all my softest truths

But I don't play them anymore

Bled them dry just out of sight

Took you to the airport

Slept alone that night

And I still miss Ohio

Early mornings in the snow

Jetsam from the pile

Walking out alone

Go back home

Surround yourself with everyone you know

Try not to let your reservations show

Try and move slow

Didn't want to lose this

But I know when I start to lean out

Or maybe I confused this

When I didn't want to see how

Ah-ah-ah-ah

Ah-ah-ah-ah

Go back home

Dress yourself in all your favorite clothes

Try not to let the skin beneath them show

Try and move slow

Try and move slow