Where We're Falling Out

Don't let me know you're a stranger
Give yourself reasons to move
Every room I walk into has to be premeditated
By necessity or an excuse
Don't want to seem too aware
Of the hastily planned out routes

The knots in your hair
Ruffles tangling your thoughts

I'm going up to the attic
Packing my patience to leave
Through the front door
You can wait for me here

The closer I get to understanding any one thing
The more likely it seems that I know less about everything else

I'm writing down your addresses
In places I don't know the word for street

The closer I get to understanding any one thing
The more likely it seems that I know less about everything else
I'm meeting you where we're falling out



Credits
Writer(s): Will Wasem
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