Letras
I'm at this end of my rope, threaded down to strings
Another solitary hour starts to grow wings
The conversation whittled down to ordinary things
Apartments dry as their starlit magazines
'cause who I am and where I've been
Are two completely different things
I can try but I never will reconcile the dreams
Of who I wished you were inside
Whoever that is you've amounted to be
I waited but you never came
A laden life is taking place
You traded all our summer days
For staying far out of the rain
Found a wheat penny in my pocket, and I found it strange
A used-to-be rarity is common if you keep your change
All to yourself in a bottle outside drinking range
Just close enough to absolve all your hunger pangs
I waited but you never came
A laden life is taking place
You traded all our summer days
For staying far out of the rain
Who I am and where I've been
Are two completely different things
I can try but I never will reconcile the dreams
Of who I wished you were inside
Whoever that is you've amounted to be