portrait of ned

Rex Orange County

Where is home
Streets are home
I walk them time and time again
And each time I am alone
Where is she
Visions of her speak
Visions of her and him together
Living by the sea
But please don t drown
Or let him hold you down
With the waves above your head
And please don t sleep yourself into a dream
I stay beneath your bed

But don t go please
A cold breeze
Pulling teeth
Pissed off and nosebleeds
Stay here just for the weekend
See friends later
I wish that I could hate her
But they re just the words that I sold, to you
Maybe girl we could grow old
But the shower is cold
And I m sour sold
And darker than the black night
This age is old