James Barrett - On Comfort

The days are getting shorter

You and I keep growing older

But I still feel the same

We sit in cars in parking lots when we need to talk

And we wonder why things never change

And the cops are always roaming through the night

But nobody’s getting shot

It’s just a minor stoned past curfew at the light



And we are so tired of being comfortable 

Cuz even comfort comes with a price

Even comfort comes with the longing for something that’s Always long out of sight

Maybe it’s more time to just think and drive tonight



Familiar places lose their meaning

When pleasant memories start deceiving me into my grave

And whether I’m six feet under

Scattered in Atlantic waters

Would some form of me recall all of their names?



Did the world change or is my vision not the same?

I feel simulated
Manufactured to live each day the same fucking way


And now I have had enough again

I’d rather feel alive instead

Without the storm clouds overhead

With you I know that we can try to comprehend 
all the Good in us that’s left
cuz it’s more than you could expect

There’s good in my heart and I’d give you all that I have left

If you would graciously accept

We can fix each other in the end

We will fix each other in the end

Written by:
JAMES BARRETT

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