Signals Midwest - Spillover

I could get the call and drive drunk to the hospital, car left idling in the parking lot. Hurried hallway steps, huddled waiting room attempts not to get too lost in my own thought. And you’re alright, just a little shaken up. Doesn’t feel quite right, but you can’t always decide who you love

Coastline overspill. Weekday nights with time to kill, and the room that you grew up in feels too small. Skies that open up into orange summer lust. Give me a season soaked with sweat so beautiful. And you’re okay with the principle of change. Still, it feels so strange pushing pins through short cut days. So we spill over into September

Traded our layers for short sleeves and bare feet and scratched our names into fresh slabs of new concrete. Cause everything’s fading but somehow it fits to be permanent here. So I’ll keep that picture of us by the water taped to my wall as a constant reminder that you gave me a second home