Love Song for Young Novelists with Unrealized Potential

Song Love Song for Young Novelists with Unrealized Potential
Artist Little Hands of Asphalt
Album Spit Back at the Rain

Lyrics

[00:29.00] Count the days
[00:31.00] decisions are boring
[00:33.00] so i fold them up
[00:36.00] and tuck them away
[00:39.00] I like you now
[00:41.00] but who knows in the morning
[00:44.00] When the alcohol
[00:46.00] has fled the brain.
[01:05.00] When i get off work
[01:07.00] need new words to wage war on
[01:10.00] So let's meet outside the library doors
[01:16.00] I'll trade you a notebook and some fresh oxymoron's
[01:21.00] for the smiles that tend to throw me of course.
[01:30.00] Cause now your just not making sense
[01:35.00] my dearest friend under the lens
[01:41.00] I got it wrong this time
[01:45.00] i found better ways of changing my mind
[01:51.00] There still nothing wrong with love
[01:55.00] it's just stuck in traffic not thinking of
[02:01.00] the day it will change lanes
[02:06.00] but there is only one thing that stays the same
[02:11.00] so i propose a toast to change.
[02:23.00] When spring hits town
[02:26.00] let's go out to the islands
[02:29.00] to work on our post-apocolyptic skills
[02:34.00] I found a thing that might just keep us on dry land
[02:39.00] my raw affection for you is soon this thing
[02:46.00] As my maps unfurl don't always be pretty
[02:26.00] their polar opposites in light and sound
[02:57.00] Your the brightest burn in this whole city
[03:02.00] and i was the darkest boy around
[03:11.00] So once the right corrections made
[03:16.00] you roll your eyes in my cell and mates
[03:22.00] why choose different trails on our quest for pure empty taste
[03:33.00] For now let's round up our regrets and our imaginary pets
[03:44.00] and play the same old games
[03:48.00] but give them new and better names
[03:54.00] i know you like inventing names.