Oak Street
Should I let the words flow from my mouth?
Right down your street (While you're still home)
I hope you'll hear me
'Cause if I feel this low again, I'll scrape the deep end
But maybe then I'll stop pretending
Maybe then I'll stop pretending
That things just felt so cancerous for a while
I'm in the in-between
Like New Buffalo and Oak Street
I hope the thought of me keeps you away from the beach
'Cause I don't care if you can't sleep
No, I don't care if you can't sleep
Don't think I care if you can't sleep
Stay away from the lake
'Cause if you see me, I'll be skipping memories
I swore I'd keep with me
In constant hopes that they'll erode
Just like the glass we'd take home
Left to rot in a window well
They're left to rot in your window well
So things just felt so cancerous for a while
I'm in the in-between
Like New Buffalo and Oak Street
I hope the thought of me keeps you away from the beach
'Cause I don't care if you can't sleep
No, I don't care if you can't sleep
When I close my eyes, I feel your summer skin
It pulls me apart and rips me open
When I close my eyes, I feel the warmth of the sun
It takes me back where I was where my youth was stolen
When I close my eyes, I feel your summer skin
It pulls me apart and rips me open
When I close my eyes, I feel the warmth of the sun
It takes me back where I was where my youth was stolen
Right down your street (While you're still home)
I hope you'll hear me
'Cause if I feel this low again, I'll scrape the deep end
But maybe then I'll stop pretending
Maybe then I'll stop pretending
That things just felt so cancerous for a while
I'm in the in-between
Like New Buffalo and Oak Street
I hope the thought of me keeps you away from the beach
'Cause I don't care if you can't sleep
No, I don't care if you can't sleep
Don't think I care if you can't sleep
Stay away from the lake
'Cause if you see me, I'll be skipping memories
I swore I'd keep with me
In constant hopes that they'll erode
Just like the glass we'd take home
Left to rot in a window well
They're left to rot in your window well
So things just felt so cancerous for a while
I'm in the in-between
Like New Buffalo and Oak Street
I hope the thought of me keeps you away from the beach
'Cause I don't care if you can't sleep
No, I don't care if you can't sleep
When I close my eyes, I feel your summer skin
It pulls me apart and rips me open
When I close my eyes, I feel the warmth of the sun
It takes me back where I was where my youth was stolen
When I close my eyes, I feel your summer skin
It pulls me apart and rips me open
When I close my eyes, I feel the warmth of the sun
It takes me back where I was where my youth was stolen
Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas D Casasanto, Joseph F Taylor, John M Siorek, Kevin J Maida
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