Twenty-Something

Winter makes the most of all our compromising intellects
Throws us to safety of our clothes
Coupled up with strangers in the front yard smoking cigarettes
Shiver as our cherries burn in smoke
Nothing feels like home anymore

I wanna lie down
I wanna lie down
Beside you
I wanna lie down
I wanna lie down
Beside you

Twenty-something sounds dissmissive
Not far from the point, man
Its just hard to miss the writing on the wall
And all this forced and tried ambition
All my favorite criticisms
Makes it even easier to stop

Nothing feels like home
Nothing feels like home, anymore
I wanna lie down
I wanna lie down
Beside you
I wanna lie down
I wanna lie down
Beside you
I wanna lie down
I wanna lie down
Beside you