Offseason - Stay Inside

After they cut us short

You brought us to Allston to play one

Out in the parking lot

Me and Jackson split cigarettes shaking

Heard you come in and come out

So I’m soaking up all of your melodies

Walk out with no goodbyes

And fade out with slow divides

So I hope this is a singalong

Hope we get drunk and play this in your living room

Hope we got shows to do

And I hope you think about me the same way I think about you

Hold on

Meet me at the top of the stairs when it’s over

You won

Meet me at the top of the hill when we’re older

You’re half in, well

This is the part you’ve been waiting for

You’re half out, well

This is the part you’ve been digging for

It’s happening again

An emptier bed

An emptier nest than you thought you could handle

You’re derelict, feel the sick frequencies bounce

Around and echo through the hallway

But there’s smoke in your lungs

His taste on your tongue

And shadows of a song that got caught in your memory

Wade in it, start again, tie yourself to melodies

And drift off with the ghost of your love

Hold on

Meet me at the top of the stairs when it’s over

You won

Meet me at the top of the hill when we’re older

You’re half in, well

This is the part you’ve been waiting for

You’re half out, well

This is the part you’ve been digging for

You’re afraid—that's okay

Your head’s in all the right places

Celebrate, then separate

I can’t take it

I was left alone again

Our sequence still sequencing

If motions imply it’s a comeback

I’ll follow the frequency

I was left alone again

Our sequence still sequencing

If motions imply it’s a comeback

I’ll follow the frequency