Ink Marked Memories
On the porch was your new lighter
Golden laces in your shoes, some place to go
Its hard to choose
Buy a snickers with some quarters
Ask your friend to go to borders
Its a memory you're bound to lose
Back in college, you were so happy
You knew just how you wanted it to be
Rode the bus to your dorm room
Wasn't sure that they'd let me in
Why don't we find a way back home?
What kind of mystery is keeping us afloat?
Do we need some secret code?
Or a puzzle box to make our hearts full
You told me that your CD skipped
Someone dropped it, unexpected
Scratched the surface, peeled the label off
Doesn't matter the way it went
I'll just burn you another one
Back in college, you were so mad
You knew just how you wanted it to be
Took a taxi cab to your apartment
I couldn't find my way up the stairs
Why don't we find a way back home?
What kind of mystery is keeping us afloat?
Do we need some secret code?
Or a puzzle box to make our hearts full
There was that time you were arrested
I know you felt bested
But those cops didn't do a thing
They acted clever,
cuffed you on that old couch
You took a drag, they said put it out
Why don't we find a way back home?
What kind of mystery is keeping us afloat?
Do we need some secret code?
Or a puzzle box to make our hearts full
Golden laces in your shoes, some place to go
Its hard to choose
Buy a snickers with some quarters
Ask your friend to go to borders
Its a memory you're bound to lose
Back in college, you were so happy
You knew just how you wanted it to be
Rode the bus to your dorm room
Wasn't sure that they'd let me in
Why don't we find a way back home?
What kind of mystery is keeping us afloat?
Do we need some secret code?
Or a puzzle box to make our hearts full
You told me that your CD skipped
Someone dropped it, unexpected
Scratched the surface, peeled the label off
Doesn't matter the way it went
I'll just burn you another one
Back in college, you were so mad
You knew just how you wanted it to be
Took a taxi cab to your apartment
I couldn't find my way up the stairs
Why don't we find a way back home?
What kind of mystery is keeping us afloat?
Do we need some secret code?
Or a puzzle box to make our hearts full
There was that time you were arrested
I know you felt bested
But those cops didn't do a thing
They acted clever,
cuffed you on that old couch
You took a drag, they said put it out
Why don't we find a way back home?
What kind of mystery is keeping us afloat?
Do we need some secret code?
Or a puzzle box to make our hearts full
Credits
Writer(s): Austin Amberg
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