Death Cab for Cutie Follow

Left uninspired by the crust of railroad earth
That touched the lead to the pages of your manuscript
I took my thumb off the concrete and saved up all my strength
To hammer pillars for a picket fence
It wasn't quite what is 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 could 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

Lushing with hallway congregation
My best judgment signed its resignation

I rushed this, we moved too fast
And tripped into the guest room

I rushed this, we moved too fast
And tripped into the guest room