Pinegrove Over My Shoulder
Quick shadow dribbling down me:
I'm looking over my shoulder
Justifying anything's easy
Like, you look when you hear a sound
Somebody once told me
"Loosen up your eyes
Because it feels nice,"
Then no more on that subject
I blindly led you on and me in the process
Thick pupil dilating quietly:
I'm looking over my shoulder
Just if I'm within the interstices
Then I'm looking for when you come 'round
Somebody once told me:
"Loosen up your eyes
Because it feels nice,"
But then no more on that subject
I blindly led you on and me in the process
Don't ask how my day was
Don't ask anything else
(Where did all the time go? / Where'd you put my suitcase?)
