ON MY HONOR - Sketchbooks lyrics

rate me

We have one week left

And damn, I love these accents

But, my God, I miss my bed

And reading signs I understand

I still do love this

And I said I could keep it up

Though I knew that it’d be rough

Maybe I didn’t understand

There are nights I’d rather stay at home

In the floor with my friends

Singing songs that embarrass us all

From the times when we first met

I’m keeping sketchbooks again

But they’re less pages than spine

As every body’s newer chapters

Keep me grasping at mine

If I were only two inches shorter

I’d sleep so perfectly in this van

But my head stays full, while my body is sore

Six feet of puny arms and nightmares

Five years on top of wheels

Breaking my back in this floor

For glorified ideas of home

That I know, simply don’t exist anymore

I’m keeping sketchbooks again

But they’re less pages than spine

As every body’s newer chapters

Keep me grasping at mine

Wrecked my own nerves

Twisted and bent into the worst positions

Who could I expect to love

A mangled man with expired ambitions

Despite the weather being overcast, I’ll keep sunglasses on

For the first two of this ten hour drive

Let me cope through this backseat view of capitols

Listening to all the songs That made me want to be here in the first place

Let me cope through this backseat view of capitols

Listening to any song

That made me want to be here in the first place

I’m keeping sketchbooks again

But they’re less pages than spine

As every body’s newer chapters

Keep me grasping at mine

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Thanks to LHR