Mariners (demo)

Livin’ on this side really ain’t the greatest
For year i’ve been daydreaming of relocation
This place is full of memories i don’t want
Populated by people who can’t move on

Oh, just you wait i’ll create something grand
Fold it with my own two hands
Something’s that’s worth writing about me
One day i’ll be [?] of seattle

1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4

Salt water, all my secrets you kept from me
Unreliable narrator, so it seems
Quit your [?] and listen
Acknowledging your falsehood means you’ll fix that

Oh, how dare you [?] me for your band
Claim another person i am
When you don’t anything about me
One day i’ll be [?] of seattle

It’s closer [?]
My future was specific, son, and you won’t see me around
Because i won’t be back next year
Or any year after next year

You know i’m sick of standing idle
[?] inside these endless cycles
But most of all i’m sick of calling it home

They say if you don’t like it where you stay
Then pack your bags and, baby, move away
I don’t want to be here anymore