Oak Street

Should I let the words flow from my mouth? Right down your street (While you're still home) I hope you'll hear me 'Cause if I feel this low again, I'll scrape the deep end But maybe then I'll stop pretending Maybe then I'll stop pretending That things just felt so cancerous for a while I'm in the in-between Like New Buffalo and Oak Street I hope the thought of me keeps you away from the beach 'Cause I don't care if you can't sleep No, I don't care if you can't sleep Don't think I care if you can't sleep Stay away from the lake 'Cause if you see me, I'll be skipping memories I swore I'd keep with me In constant hopes that they'll erode Just like the glass we'd take home Left to rot in a window well They're left to rot in your window well So things just felt so cancerous for a while I'm in the in-between Like New Buffalo and Oak Street I hope the thought of me keeps you away from the beach 'Cause I don't care if you can't sleep No, I don't care if you can't sleep When I close my eyes, I feel your summer skin It pulls me apart and rips me open When I close my eyes, I feel the warmth of the sun It takes me back where I was where my youth was stolen When I close my eyes, I feel your summer skin It pulls me apart and rips me open When I close my eyes, I feel the warmth of the sun It takes me back where I was where my youth was stolen