We're Musicians

The traffic lighting cascades your cheek politely

Like a letter, so inviting

I etch the picture before leaning in

Your brow looks worried 'bout what I'm thinking

I know I'm one for greener pastures

And chasing the one that you're after

I see your face in the dappled light

It feels good to be alright

Thank God for good days in bad luck

The times when both are getting fucked

Treat the past like a lifeline

And it'll hold you for the rest of time

Every verse becomes a chorus

With each subsequent performance

I know you like I know the routine

I miss you most when you're next to me

We're not actors, we're musicians

4,000 people that we're kidding

I can pretend there's no mind to read

Your eyes don't crease when you smile at me

Thank God for good days in bad luck

The times when both are getting fucked

Treat the past like a lifeline

And it'll hold you for the rest of time

In the murky water of memory

Your stupid face looks just like me

I wanna fade out like the ripple tides

I reel it in with a silver line

If you're a seashell of a person

Your feet could still reach the ocean

I etch the picture before leaping in