Bart's Bike

I walk to Starbucks with Kiki He tells me about his old band As he drives us the span of the Atlantic I rest my head on a vodka-soaked mattress And Eric says If we bought Jake a car, you're gonna buy him a house' He deserves damn near everything I'd build him a home in a heartbeat We played to fifty people in Croydon Now one thousand eyes stare us down in Camden Meet me in the time of harmony  Sip on sunbeams til the new moon  I'm not sure of anything  I'm not sure if that's true  I know the glow your essence tended  Is the me I choose  We decorate time As it moves through us slowly You teach me not to try A bruised PA blasts sincerity Embroider our names into the walls Hold a Glasgow basement's energy Blast saxophone at 3am  Find heaven sent in Brooklyn streets We send each other DVDs  Store memories in stolen things   I know that you meant embody  When you looked to the mountains towering above us   Talk like we're never gonna see each other again Well, that depends On what you count as resolution Did you ever find absolution? In a home displaced from everything you cherish was it worth it? To fall asleep in a state and wake up in the same state of panic Eighteen hours on the dashboard Watching your friends skip town While you are stuck in traffic When Scott bowed out singing comatose Tattooed those lines upon my bones Let's go out some time it's so nice outside These people are my home You're all the sun against my skin I melt for you, hear my ears ring you're all the sun against my skin