Reverb
Walking through this worn-in town
Tenth the speed of my commute
Sitting under that same tree
Getting tired of its roots
Not a stone is left unturned
No store left unexplored
Not a lesson left unlearned
But a retread of before
And I can't make it as a rebel
In a Springsteen sonnet
So I sit within four walls
Pray to happen upon it
Like I've done all 20 years
I can call back on so far
Now I'll curb the fear
Catch up with my peers
Gotta leave, but that sounds hard
The cries echo out, cross towns, county lines
Their message unclear as it all blurs
Convinced I had clout, convinced I did fine
My voice stops round here, the rest is reverb
My voice stops round here, the rest is reverb
Wanna match the adrenaline
From when my phone's dead in LA
But I can't stop meddling
Taping up these excuses to stay
Years have gone by since I've been
To the beach anyway
I need a little time to begin again
This dimension drains & stows your brain away
The cries echo out, cross towns, county lines
Their message unclear as it all blurs
Convinced I had clout, convinced I did fine
My voice stops round here, the rest is reverb
My voice stops round here, the rest is reverb
My voice stops round here, the rest is reverb
My voice stops round here, the rest is reverb
Tenth the speed of my commute
Sitting under that same tree
Getting tired of its roots
Not a stone is left unturned
No store left unexplored
Not a lesson left unlearned
But a retread of before
And I can't make it as a rebel
In a Springsteen sonnet
So I sit within four walls
Pray to happen upon it
Like I've done all 20 years
I can call back on so far
Now I'll curb the fear
Catch up with my peers
Gotta leave, but that sounds hard
The cries echo out, cross towns, county lines
Their message unclear as it all blurs
Convinced I had clout, convinced I did fine
My voice stops round here, the rest is reverb
My voice stops round here, the rest is reverb
Wanna match the adrenaline
From when my phone's dead in LA
But I can't stop meddling
Taping up these excuses to stay
Years have gone by since I've been
To the beach anyway
I need a little time to begin again
This dimension drains & stows your brain away
The cries echo out, cross towns, county lines
Their message unclear as it all blurs
Convinced I had clout, convinced I did fine
My voice stops round here, the rest is reverb
My voice stops round here, the rest is reverb
My voice stops round here, the rest is reverb
My voice stops round here, the rest is reverb
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Writer(s): Mark Berman
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