Coffee Shop - Flatsound

I want to know where you’re going

On the way to the coffee shop

When your body drops, there’s nothing left

I was told you were different

I was told you were done with this

I know old habits die hard but this is ridiculous

You stood there so scared you couldn’t talk

Then took my hand and lead me around the block

And showed me what those boys have done

We used to skip class on thursdays

To take the bus into oceanside

Just to go the graveyard and smoke until we felt alive

And we’d talk about dying — the release of our energy

Like a flower you’ve never touched

Like a painting you’ve never seen

And you admit that you used to be so scared of eternity

But that shore of timelessness is something you need to see

The more you talked about that endless coast

The less your words were timid when you spoke

And that’s what scared me the most

We would speak in a whisper

And only talk when we needed to

And drink all the alcohol we found in the living room

You lied there so confident

With an aura around your soul

You’re the flower i’ve never touched

You’re the painting i’m looking for

I went to the old abandoned house

Where someone had told me they knocked it down

And i felt everything hit the ground

I want to know where you’re going

On the way to the coffee shop

When your body drops, there’s nothing left

Now you’re the breeze in the summertime

You’re the footsteps in the snow

You’re the flower that i have lost

You’re the painting i’m looking for