postromantic

You keep walking, I keep trying to catch up to you
I'm sunk up to my kneecaps through the floor
You're always going just around the corner
So I only see your one heel, nothing more

And all the while I'm dying like I'm living
In slow motion with my postromantic bloodshot-eyed devotion
I never used to be scared of the ocean

Lace up my boots
Put one foot out of the door
Feel the warmth of the sun
Don't live in darkness anymore
Or try to do without it for a while

I keep leaving you a daily trail of breadcrumbs
But the sparrows eat 'em up before you wake
Maybe something up there's trying to protect us
I guess those sparrows need it more, anyway

I'm unemployed, I'm paranoid, I'm missing
Your attention to my postromantic sorry situation
That's probably just in my imagination

Lace up my boots
Put one foot out of the door
Feel the warmth of the sun
Don't live in darkness anymore
Or try to do without it for a while

Split an orange into two so we can share it
Creaking door hinge let me know you're home at three
I grew four inches, see the etches on the doorframe
Five gold finches, one for each year I've been free

I know it's fine, I know it's mine, it might be
That it's genius, it's a postromantic jaded kinda Jesus
Who writes the rhymes and throws the lines between us

Lace up my boots
Put one foot out of the door
Feel the warmth of the sun
Don't live in darkness anymore
Or try to do without it for a while
Try to do without it for a while
Try to do without it for a while
(Yeah)