Title Track

Left Uninspired By the Crust of Railroad Earth
That Touched the Lead to the Pages of Your Manuscript.
I Took My Thumb Off the Concrete and Saved Up All My Strength
To Hammar Pillars For a Picket Fence.
It Wasn't Quite What It Seemed,
A Lack of Pleasantries.
My Able Body Isn't What It Used to Be.
I Must Admit I Was Charmed By Your Advances,
Your Advantage Left Me Helplessly Into You.

Talking How the Group Had Begun to Splinter,
And I Could Taste Your Lipstick On the Filter.

I Tried My Best to Keep My Distance From Your Dress,
But Call-response Overturns Convictions Every Time.
My Memory Cannot Recall (A Wave of Alcohol)
We Shared a Cigarette and Shaved the Hours Off.

Talking How the Group Had Begun to Splinter,
And I Could Taste Your Lipstick On the Filter.

Lushing With the Hallway Congregation,
My Best Judgement Signed It's Resignation.

I Rushed This.
We Moved Too Fast,
Trips Into the Guest Room.
I Rushed This.
We Moved Too Fast,
Trips Into the Guest Room.