Pothole - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Jake Ewald]

The fossils of my footsteps

Will be unearthed at a far-off date unknown

Impressed in concrete from walking home alone

After walking you home

And the mops of greasy hair

Will romanticize my despair

But they won't know

That I didn't care

I liked the silence

I liked the empty streets

Crawl down 'em on hands and knees in a heartbeat

If I had to

I owe them that, at the very least

The map had faded out

But I could've sworn I noted every stride

I guess the rain hit before the ink could dry

And where I thought I'd be

Was not what I perceived

Assessing the progress

From beneath your sheets

That's why I need the silence

I need the empty streets

Just as bad as they don't need me

It's a sick, sad sham of a marriage

But it's all there is

And it's all I need

I can be everything you need

If you make me

I can be every crack in your concrete

If you let me off easy

I can be easily deceived

If you want that

But you are the ember of my heart

Whether you like that or not