Into It. Over It. - Tattoos, New Boots & A Noose

Cut me loose. A nine hour excuse. A sunset visit to the reddest of states. It's new blues for the highway to choose. I-65 for when the hour is late. It's over or it's under. It's on the east side and it's the setting for getting better. Apply the brakes and clip a common mistake. It's not a problem just to sit here and wait.

But don't you know what they're about? Living up to let you down.

So quick to strike up a tune, on every evening where I carry us home.
So quick to strike up a tune, on every evening where I carry us.

Bonfires Who drives the desire between the suburbs and what's left of this place? Tattoos, new boots and a noose: Now just reminders of the city you hate. It's over, or it's under? It's a disaster, and we keep betting it's getting better. It's well spun for those who turn 21 but getting older doesn't brighten the bait.

So don't you know what they're about? Living up to let you down.

So quick to strike up a tune, on every evening where I carry us home.
We just sing along but the feeling's gone.

I've got a couple dozen cities I could share with you.
A couple stories we could tuck beneath our tennis shoes.
A couple secrets we could hide between each other's hands.
A couple moments we could squeeze between some other plans.

We've got a couple different futures we could call our own: A shared apartment or just talking on the telephone. You'll move a block away and we'll go on with both our lives in cold conditions with a past of alternating dives.

Stiff drinks abandoned before they sink another neighborhood to carefully drown. Farewell from the fever to tell. We need to move this to a new side of town.

So quick to strike up a tune, on every evening where I carry us home.
And I'll sing along but the feeling's gone.

Written by:
Evan Thomas Weiss

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