Dust
Knola
[Verse 1]
Speaking of the things I lost somewhere, I haven’t wrote a song in years
At least not the kind I used to write, the kind that had meaning and heart inside
So I’m left to ask myself: "What have I been doing?"
So I’m left to ask myself: "What have I been doing?"
[Verse 2]
Besides riding off of the minor successes of high school bands, desperately holding on to memories I have
Of driving home in my dad’s van late at night from Michigan
Of the way the wind passes through your hair as you
[Verse 3]
Speaking of the things I lost somewherе, I haven’t had a voice in years
Anymorе dust comes out when I scream loud and I’m left coughing up old feelings