First Release

I knew a love
That could scare all the wings off the doves
Outside my window as they'd stretch out their lungs
From rooftop to rooftop it would come
With new weather as the blank dormers stared
At each other in the thick Autumn air
Was that Allston in late 89
Or some other place, some other time?

Anyway
It doesn't change what I'm trying to say
It's just that something seems to be missing these days
Come's still around but the band doesn't play
Gone is gone from Diskovery piles
Chinatown seems like 3 more miles
And I can hardly discern between styles
Or kids' twisted looks, and genuine smiles

Now, when I'm alone
I want to feel like one kid getting stoned
Only to keep things a little more clear
Just to be able to hold on to a simple idea
And when I'm with you
I want to notice everything as we do
To catch every bit bit of blur, squint chill, and red
From sand dunes, San Soliel, and sunsets

You know that all was both heaven and Hell for me
Smashed more than one glass gesture of jealousy
Remember, three to two rooms, girlfriends made it more
And you always left my singles on the bedroom floor
The bedroom floor

Now I've got some friends
They've been hanging around since God knows when
They still like to tell me each and every time
I mouth off or get out of line
But these days I know to watch what I say
Although I still do things my own way
I still spin the same sounds for these unsatisfied ears
Because there's always something new, something new to hear

You know that all was both Heaven and Hell for me
Smashed more than one glass gesture of jealousy
Remember, three to two rooms, girlfriends made it more
And you always left my singles on the bedroom floor

I should not have left that shit go for so cheap
I wish I still had that first release
I was just trying to pay some rent, to keep on my feet
I guess there are some things I should take from back then, and some things I could leave
Some things I could leave

Now, when I'm alone
I want to feel like one kid getting stoned
Only to keep things a little more clear
Just to be able to hold on to a simple idea
And when I'm with you
I want to notice everything as we do
To catch every bit bit of blur, squint chill, and red
From sand dunes, San Soliel, and sunsets

You know that all was both Heaven and Hell for me
Smashed more than one glass gesture of jealousy
Remember, three to two rooms, girlfriends made it more
And you always left my singles on the bedroom floor

I should not have left that shit go for so cheap
I wish I still had that first release
I was just trying to pay some rent, to keep on my feet
I guess there are some things I should take from back then, and some things I could leave
Some things I could leave
Some things I could leave
Some things I could leave