Wake Up Old
I'm full of distaste and distrust.
The attic is full of boxes of memories of the days I won't let go.
(maybe that's where I go wrong)
The treason I feel,
I sing from the rafters.
I try and portray
The lost boy you're after.
But sometimes darling, I can't confide
When my eyes are darker than the sky
And the morning comes too soon.
And I wake up next you.
Treat me like the dust I was
When the city was a burden and the canvas was turned
I have nowhere to go
But I think I'll go alone
in my mind
In my mind
In my mind
Share an afternoon with me
And teach me how to see the things I need
Because I'm wearing thin in these older clothes
I'm falling apart at the seams.
The attic is full of boxes of memories of the days I won't let go.
(maybe that's where I go wrong)
The treason I feel,
I sing from the rafters.
I try and portray
The lost boy you're after.
But sometimes darling, I can't confide
When my eyes are darker than the sky
And the morning comes too soon.
And I wake up next you.
Treat me like the dust I was
When the city was a burden and the canvas was turned
I have nowhere to go
But I think I'll go alone
in my mind
In my mind
In my mind
Share an afternoon with me
And teach me how to see the things I need
Because I'm wearing thin in these older clothes
I'm falling apart at the seams.