Westchester Turnabouts

Hanging up the phone with the fliers
At the bus stop waiting patiently as patience expires
Standing still with toes on the line
Your co-dependant zine relationship affords you the time

The Terry town bell doesn’t ring anymore
Unpolished slogan reads that punk love has finally lost
Mistakes & letters tossed
You’re standing with your ankles crossed

Tiptoes and tailored doubts
Westchester turnabouts
Still you keep holding out for too much the same
Six years and mixed regrets
Westchester minuets
Stuck on the day you left, I’m too much the same

Saving up the words for the few
Replaced the subtlety of irony with songs no one knew
The truancy of love we had known
I’d dance with anyone to keep myself from being alone

The muted post horn doesn’t sing anymore
Unpolished slogan reads that punk love has finally lost
Mistakes & letters tossed
You’re standing with your ankles crossed

Tiptoes and tailored doubts
Westchester turnabouts
Still you keep holding out for too much the same
Six years and mixed regrets
Westchester minuets
Stuck on the day you left, I’m too much the same

Tiptoes and tailored doubts
Westchester turnabouts
Still you keep holding out for too much the same
Six years and mixed regrets
Westchester minuets
Stuck on the day you left, I’m too much the same

Tiptoes and tailored doubts
Punk love has finally lost
Tiptoes and tailored doubts
Let's just say it, Let's just say it
Tiptoes and tailored doubts
Punk love has finally lost
Tiptoes and tailored doubts
I’m too, too, too much the same