Tremont Cres.
An awkward pause of memorabilia
I love it, in the most peculiar way
Guilty affection
Directed, by my favourite cliché
Joked enough to notice
It's hopeless, another numbing keepsake
A prompt is sometimes needed
To feed it, or you'll give it all away
Some love lost, tough luck, am I good enough
See what happens next
While not set in stone, a heart well known makes a road worn
And is wearily nonetheless
Casually refer to me as an evergreen
When I'm nothing more than a daydream
Weightless through the afternoon, with a parachute
Caught on nothing left
By the time that I'm 22
Out of options, write instructions no one knows
Wither up and whittled away
Enjoy the highs, regret the lows, be alone
Some love lost, tough luck, am I good enough
See what happens next
While not set in stone, a heart well known makes a road worn
And is wearily nonetheless
Casually refer to me as an evergreen
When I'm nothing more than a daydream
Weightless through the afternoon, with a parachute
Caught on nothing left
Here's to forget
A novice's regret
Nostalgia's on the telephone
Telling you "Like you've never known"
A panoramic symphony of an old song
That we loved when we were young
Explain to me Miss jubilee how we'd ever need
Anything more than this
It's just ring and ring but that's the thing
God I'm trying and now I'm hard of hearing
Then you text instead to ask me home
But I just wanna be that little guy in highschool
I love it, in the most peculiar way
Guilty affection
Directed, by my favourite cliché
Joked enough to notice
It's hopeless, another numbing keepsake
A prompt is sometimes needed
To feed it, or you'll give it all away
Some love lost, tough luck, am I good enough
See what happens next
While not set in stone, a heart well known makes a road worn
And is wearily nonetheless
Casually refer to me as an evergreen
When I'm nothing more than a daydream
Weightless through the afternoon, with a parachute
Caught on nothing left
By the time that I'm 22
Out of options, write instructions no one knows
Wither up and whittled away
Enjoy the highs, regret the lows, be alone
Some love lost, tough luck, am I good enough
See what happens next
While not set in stone, a heart well known makes a road worn
And is wearily nonetheless
Casually refer to me as an evergreen
When I'm nothing more than a daydream
Weightless through the afternoon, with a parachute
Caught on nothing left
Here's to forget
A novice's regret
Nostalgia's on the telephone
Telling you "Like you've never known"
A panoramic symphony of an old song
That we loved when we were young
Explain to me Miss jubilee how we'd ever need
Anything more than this
It's just ring and ring but that's the thing
God I'm trying and now I'm hard of hearing
Then you text instead to ask me home
But I just wanna be that little guy in highschool
Credits
Writer(s): Henry Parks
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