Saint Anthony

I know this neighborhood like the back of my hand
I will cut through the alley so I can get right there
That way you don't have to feel
Alone or sad

I guess I should leave before 7 or 8
Because my girlfriend hates when I stay too late
Even though I don't mind
The lack of sleep

You lost yourself when you left water street
I lost myself around the age of 23

I'm sitting on the back porch
Looking at the night sky
There's too much light pollution so I guess I'll go inside
And tell myself I'm going to bed early

You called me on my drive home
Then you fell asleep on the telephone
While you were hiding from your fiancé in the front seat of your car

You lost yourself on a beach in California
I lost my lunch in the bathroom of a dive bar
You lost your love for swing bands and romance novels
I lost most of myself last fall

If you pray to Saint Anthony
He'll help you find all your lost things
I don't know if it's true
But I'd like to believe



Credits
Writer(s): Corey Scordo
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