The more I do these

The better I get

Facing one another on shifting feet

Your arms across your chest

I don't have to say a thing

But I feel like I should

Something about resilience

Something about the greater good

Something about how this album reminds me

It's not all that bad

I call it medium luck

With that holiday season four day weekend things start looking up

And I can hear this rustle from the front pocket of my coat

Praying for anything more substantial than some old five dollar note

It's the polaroid we took together on New Year's Eve

What a waste, what a joy, what a sinking ship

But what a good way to share this slice of turf

Can you offer me a drink with your dominant hand?

Hey that's nice but I'm alright just stealing beers off of your dad

When we get behind his wheel, you're in no state to drive

I betted there's no one on the road at this time of night

You've got a point and you've got me

The engine revs

What a waste, what a joy, what a sinking ship

But what a good way to share this slice of turf

What a waste, what a joy, what a sinking ship

But what a place to call my own, what a place to call my own