The Domesticity

lyrics by: Beth Binkley
Written on Jul 23, 2018 

The domesticity
might be killing me 
Didn’t take our liberties
to heart
thinking they’d stay free

Cozy up
Fill a cup
with liquid nostalgia
I’m drowning without love
I’m drowning without love

How to I live past the warmth
As a child, what was I waiting for?
Dreaming a moment that tastes like now
I wanted out of the aching
But it’s still here somehow
What am I waiting for?

Dirty off-brand shoes
childhood friends I knew 
The warmth of summer
I pretend
I can’t remember
Oh, but God, I do
(The most that I felt
I felt with you)

Chin is up
Hard not to trust
The days I remember 
Are all glowing embers 
Are all glowing embers

How to I live past the warmth
As a child, what was I waiting for?
Dreaming a moment that tastes like now
I wanted out of the aching
But it’s still here somehow
What am I waiting for?

 

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