Fifht And Natoma de The American Scene

A dryer winter than we’re used to
Provided ample things to lose
Cold air, cloudy eyes, burning lungs, midnight sky
Alone but unsure why
I tried so hard not to hurt you
But the best laid plans are still just that
And it doesn’t matter where I left you
This empty place is still where we’re at

And I hope you hear me now
I never said I’d never let you down
And I hope you come around
But if you don’t then I won’t make a sound

If I stayed trapped inside your
Makeshift jail cell eyes well,
I might have made a little mess of myself
I might have made it out alive but in poorer health
You still walk these streets with me
To the liquor store to erase everything

And I hope you hear me now
I never said I’d never let you down
And I hope you come around
But if you don’t then I won’t make a sound

And I know that I’ll want you back
But I won’t get away with that
And I know that I’ll want you back
But you don’t know where we fell off at

And I hope you hear me now
I never said I’d never let you down
And I hope you come around
But if you don’t then I won’t make a sound