The Wrong People

Hand-me-down on an empty street Tucked away into a stranger's sleeves I think of you because it's raining We talked about the rain in passing I'll think of you when it dries up too So much of life is punishing The wrong people Someone left a debt for you to pay A ghost that I misunderstood Hanging from my shoulders I felt it when you looked at me that way I picture you lonely Bright eyes towards the ceiling What I'd give to be a shadow on your wall In flesh and blood only I fall back into silence I can't tell you all the ways that I've been wrong It's on a loop again All I have to give And all I've taken Every hard time that I've folded in your hands And you're moving on, she's twenty-one I mimic you The thrill is gone When time goes still you take it as it stands I picture you running Then face back from the mirror All those hours I spent just trying to cut me loose Footsteps on pavement I thought that I could change it But I look back and it's just one more thin excuse