swear to god

When did our house get so hopeless?

I'll find you here this time next week

A glance, and my eyes meet the skyline

Way out west on Market Street

I wish that you could really hold things

My mind collapsed and fell beneath

I'm reminiscing on a lifetime

Of roaring lips and rushing feet

You fought off all your ghosts and now you're feeling fine

You know it won't last, you just thought you could buy some time

And I know you're not beat

You just got knocked off your feet