These days, you used to understand.
But on the truck ride home I felt gravity in your grasp.
Pulled to appreciate
only the last taste,
misplaced the value in what we digest.
In some ways, I used to be a man.
Yet, in reminiscence
we strayed far from the past.
Made it easy to complicate
lets make hast
and not regret what we once had
These days, you used to understand.
But on the truck ride home I felt gravity in your grasp.
Pulled to appreciate
only the last taste,
misplaced the value in what we digest.
In some ways, I used to be a man.
Yet, in reminiscence
we strayed far from the past.
Made it easy to complicate
lets make hast
and not regret what we once had
A hull of holes,
to meet your goals,
and all your masts of net,
I've checked my glass,
and I fear you'll sink afloat,
In the end I fear we'll all sink afloat.
sinking were we stand
A hull of holes,
to meet your goals,
and all your masts of net,
I've checked my glass,
and I fear you'll sink afloat,
In the end I fear we'll all sink afloat.
sinking were we stand
These days, you used to understand.
But on the truck ride home I felt gravity in your grasp.
Pulled to appreciate
only the last taste,
misplaced the value in what we digest.
In some ways, I used to be a man.
Yet, in reminiscence
we strayed far from the past.
and you said the people that know you best
would understand that you've changed
but the people that know you best
might not feel the same way
and you said the people that know you best
would understand that you've changed