​cinderblocks

Don't tell me what you feel
This isn’t peace
They broke into the house
Left handprints on the screen
You've got a leg up on me
You know my songs
And what they say
You sing along

What you thought before
Ran out of breath
I can hear you curse my name
Softly through the vents
I am made of stone
Could be forgot
Collectin' dust while you leave
My love notes out

Can’t give you what you need
A peace of mind
A steadfast lover
That keeps your time
Wish cinderblocks were red
Instead of gray
I'll slam thе door and walk
And walk the year we had away

I am doomеd to make
The same mistakes
Not knowing who I love
Or how to to tell the care from hate

Foxtails and field thistle
Tinder on the flames
Hear the fire whistle
Reasons not to stay

Everybody thinks they know
A fix for what we've seen
Take this picture, ain't she lovely?
In the garden by the weeds
In the garden by the weeds
In the garden by the weeds