The Tall One With the Palm Trees (Acoustic)

You're tired of waking up to see
There's no one left in this city of quiet lust memories
Are these the nights you were dreaming up back there in The Grey?
Replacing fate with some pseudo love and suburban decay

I'm done running in place
Headed for southern escapes
Maybe there's something to this scenery change

You taught me how to live presently
So I'm putting faith into moving feet
Taking steps reluctantly
Is better than staying still

There's that angel sky
I loved through your eyes
Romanticizing these traffic lights
I'm alone, but I'm fine

And I learned I loved Blonde, but it was too late
And I heard she preferred when my hair was straight
But it'll never be

I'm done running in place
Headed for southern escapes
Maybe there's something to this scenery change
And I'm moving further from my ghosts
But they're still in reach to keep me afloat
I hope your city left me some space to grow

Still wish I'd been a little patient (So how does it feel without me around?)
I'm coming to terms with the hurt I created (I'll stop begging you to hear me out)
Still feel a current cutting through (I'm through wondering 'will you wait?')
Guess I'll see you again if I'm meant to (And I'm done taking pictures of trains)