Brian Huntress - Every Balloon Needs a Wrist

Walked down the hall toward the boiler
Trace my fingers along the shelves
Creating pathways in the dust

I've got a suspicion that i should give you a call
I hope to God you answer my call

We were happy when we last talked
And ive got no reason for this but

I've been waiting all day
To tell you that im sorry for everything
And i know exactly what you'll say
You'll tell i don't have to be sorry for anything
You'll remind me that im fine
And tell me to relax
You're in the middle of something
Later you'll call me back

Pick through plastic knives looking for the one thats clean
Bought some snacks for the studio and it makes me feel more free
Public radio reminds me that im dying
I forgot for half an hour that our country's dying

We were happy when we last talked
And ive got no reason for this but

I've been waiting all day
To tell you that im sorry for everything
And i know exactly what you'll say
You'll tell i don't have to be sorry for anything
You'll remind me that im fine
And tell me to relax
You're in the middle of something
Later you'll call me back

Written by:
Brian Huntress

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