BANQUETS LYRICS

"Paths"

Cluttered all my guts on the dying space of your front lawn
and I waited, and I watched the summer end.
I never lost my nerve. I figured out, if you were sure you’d signal and show me a sign.
In my memory from ’94 you wrote “here’s my number,” But I never called.
I don’t want to ruin the moments from that hallway.

These barriers and boundaries opened the paths for you and me.
I crossed the fingers on my hand that it always rains on your weekend.
I hope you’re miserable.

It was my crowning age. I was coming to terms.
Reverse-living summers in the past felt like my dying days.
Kept counting on a cross within our paths.

These barriers and boundaries opened the paths for you and me.

Cluttered all my guts on the dying space of your front lawn
and I waited, and I watched the summer end.

Thanks to Mike for these lyrics

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