Spelling Era Lyrics

The post- it's are color coded
Stuck above your monitor at work
To honor the deceased who wrote it

No throwing under hand you poorly postured young man
Plant feet in proper stance and fight the tide
Swing, swing
Swing, swing

Phone lines decorated, eyes open knees weak
Below they're celebrating they light up the street
Empty bottles turn to side walk chalk
Hollow bodies search for one moment of peace

I offer to accompany you homeward
40oz duct taped to each hand Abolish two weekends sober

Now my arms are tired but won't stop like a boxer that didn't hear the bell
Six minutes in a conversation is all it takes to find your tell I'm told

That red hair and red Volvo oh
We cross during our separate commutes but you don't know

Phone lines decorated, eyes open knees weak
Below they're celebrating they light up the street
Empty bottles turn to side walk chalk
Hollow bodies search for one moment of peace

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