Probably In A Notebook

from by State Lines



Hopped on the train the other day on route to Penn, transfer at Jamaica.

I observed strangers as they were looking through the glass that separates the waiting room from the platform looking on.

I always seem to find some obscure beauty in my life on days that I feel less alive.

And on the train ride home I was staring out the window, and it only goes to show.
Don’t you hate to be alone? It’s only what we tell ourselves.
Cause when I got on the train myself, I was hoping to sit next to no one else.

So I just clenched and faked a smile.

You took the car out for a ride, you were gone for quite a while.

Time enough for me to hide, I took the bus out of this town far enough until I was safe.

I never meant to let you down, I hated that look upon your face.

Spend your nights wasting time,kissing every boy in line.

I know where I spend mine, Goddamnit on repeat, singing every word in awe.
One line stuck: “You were the last good thing I ever saw”

When I got home, I couldn’t find closure in that note.


from Hoffman Manor, released June 12, 2011



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