The Wrong Sounds
Into December night
To haunt some happy streets
Smithing molten thoughts
Dirty checkers on my feet
I feel like a dog
Waiting at your door
Whining desperation
Lost dreaming of before
Christmas lights on the palms
And trees in family rooms
Walk the edges of dead ends
See the stillness of the moon
If I could make the right sounds
If I could find the words
Maybe I could make the call come
Maybe it wouldn't hurt
I wish I could know
I don't wanna hurt anymore
I recall what you said
Worn lines like quicksand in my head
How do I let go
I don't wanna hurt anymore
You said you might be in love
We were parked on second
You were blowing it up
Calculate the time that's passed
And wonder if I've healed
You said I shouldn't wallow
But do you know how you feel
It isn't fair to leave it open
To leave me on a watch
Do you wake with someone warm
I wake with thoughts I can't stop
I wish I could know
I don't wanna hurt anymore
I recall what you said
Worn lines like quicksand in my head
How do I let go?
I don't wanna hurt anymore
You said you might be in love
Under decorated trees
You were blowing us up
To haunt some happy streets
Smithing molten thoughts
Dirty checkers on my feet
I feel like a dog
Waiting at your door
Whining desperation
Lost dreaming of before
Christmas lights on the palms
And trees in family rooms
Walk the edges of dead ends
See the stillness of the moon
If I could make the right sounds
If I could find the words
Maybe I could make the call come
Maybe it wouldn't hurt
I wish I could know
I don't wanna hurt anymore
I recall what you said
Worn lines like quicksand in my head
How do I let go
I don't wanna hurt anymore
You said you might be in love
We were parked on second
You were blowing it up
Calculate the time that's passed
And wonder if I've healed
You said I shouldn't wallow
But do you know how you feel
It isn't fair to leave it open
To leave me on a watch
Do you wake with someone warm
I wake with thoughts I can't stop
I wish I could know
I don't wanna hurt anymore
I recall what you said
Worn lines like quicksand in my head
How do I let go?
I don't wanna hurt anymore
You said you might be in love
Under decorated trees
You were blowing us up
Credits
Writer(s): Ethan Mackay
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