Title Track

Left uninspired by the crust of railroad earth; It touched the land to the pages of your manuscript. I took my thumb off the concrete and saved up my strength To hammer pillars for a picket fence. It wasn't quite what it seemed, A lack of pleasantries. My able body isn't what it used to be. I must admit I was charmed by your advances, Your advantage left me helplessly into you. Talking how the group had begun to splinter, And I can taste your lipstick on the filter. I tried my best to keep my distance from your dress, But call-response overturns convictions every time. My memory cannot recall (a wave of alcohol), We shared a cigarette and shaved the hours off. Talking how the group had begun to splinter, And I can taste your lipstick on the filter. Lushing with the hallway congregation, My best judgment signed its resignation. I rushed this. We moved too fast, Trips into the guest room. I rushed this. We moved too fast, Trips into the guest room.