the boys in your hair and me on the shoulder
the sorriest scare would've sent me hill running
but i was living for your legend
a table too big to bet in
and the ruse was the room, or the way you would walk through
and you were the muse, or the one they could talk to
if i was to learn my lesson
and if you were to let the best in
chute cold wrapped bone
i was in the state of texas
boxed wine, some light
we were staring at the ceiling
dark cage, 2008
you were only happening to me
in history
i followed my docent, all clumsy and tooth-faced
as moment by moment was spoiled by my suitcase
that i was in love to lessen
and i was too tired for guessing
chute cold wrapped bone
i was in the state of texas
boxed fine, summer fine
we were staring at the ceiling
laying waste, 2008
you were only happening to me in history
chute cold flagpole
i was in the state of texas
boxed wine, always right
we were staring at the feeling
a torn page blown safe
you were only happening to me
credits
from 2008,
released September 17, 2021
lyrics by will dagger & will arbery
The gentle lo-fi songs on the latest phoneswithchords LP develop their granular sketches of childhood and coming of age into full portraits. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 25, 2023