Through the Living Room Floor

from by Garrett Walters

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Sitting on the couch eating orange slices,
Listening to your new band practice
And I can't understand a single word you're singing,
But your voice chokes me up,
And my hands are sticky.

Simple things are not always easy
And simple people are never quite what you think.
I've been watching you wear yourself down and it kills me.

But if I lay on my back in the living room
The bands playing downstairs leave almost no room
In my head to think.
But I've spent too much time thinking.
Pull my brain out of my head and leave it on the ground.

Well, for god's sake always stay out too late,
Well, for god's sake never think twice about anyone/anything.

I've been hanging out on strangers porches,
Filling in their Sunday crossword puzzles.
I've been hanging out on strangers porches,
Finishing their half smoked cigarettes.
I've been hanging out on strangers porches,
Reading all the love letters they get
And let me tell you that shit is fucking boring.
So fucking boring.

Well, for god's sake always stay out too late,
Well, for god's sake never think twice about anyone/anything.

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from At the End of South Washington, released August 13, 2014

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