Writer: | Justin Pierre |
Producer: | Joshua Allen Cain |
I used to feel things
Then I got older
Peeled off some layers
Now I must shoulder the weight of it all
Cut to the quick
When my narrative changed in the fall
Hemorrhaging out
Over pictures that hang on her wall
Biding my time
Wading deeper
Into it all
Clearly a no show
Yeah, distance will do that
I bet on a long shot
So now I must holster my half of the haul
Sobering out
Over notions I can’t quite recall
Buried the years
But the feelings are starting to crawl
Biting my tongue
Just a little bit longer
As I drown
Yeah, you really shook me down
While you’re waiting for the war
I’ll come knocking at your door
Yeah, you really shook me down
And I’m reeling from sound
While you’re waiting for the war
I’ll come knocking at your door
And you’ll see
We’re the same
You and me
Yeah, I used to feel things
Then I got older
A long time ago — long before you were born — I was a little boy who fell in love with a grown woman. She …