Police car back seat smells off
Strangers crawling in and out of my house like the ants I crush on my driveway
Muffled words behind the glass
Steamed up windows
Steam rises from my cup
This is not my cup
My hands are hot
I have this blanket for warmth
I should be in bed by now
My eye lids are heavy
Blue lights flash through though
The sirens have stopped
And no-ones rushing anywhere
They left me here
I can hear my pulse
Everything gets bright
White noise in my head
The picture frame
Hits the floor
The glass shatters
With my memories
Their faces like strangers
Trapped under shards and dust
Stronger than the comfort of detached words
Paper cuts
Torn envelopes
Tears on the page
The draw closes
It all feels
So distant
The permanence
Of a memory
Juncture - Memories Lyrics
Juncture - Memories Lyrics
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Police car back seat smells off
Strangers crawling in and out of my house like the ants I crush on my driveway
Muffled words behind the glass
Steamed up windows
Steam rises from my cup
This is not my cup
My hands are hot
I have this blanket for warmth
I should be in bed by now
My eye lids are heavy
Blue lights flash through though
The sirens have stopped
And no-ones rushing anywhere
They left me here
I can hear my pulse
Everything gets bright
White noise in my head
The picture frame
Hits the floor
The glass shatters
With my memories
Their faces like strangers
Trapped under shards and dust
Stronger than the comfort of detached words
Paper cuts
Torn envelopes
Tears on the page
The draw closes
It all feels
So distant
The permanence
Of a memory
Strangers crawling in and out of my house like the ants I crush on my driveway
Muffled words behind the glass
Steamed up windows
Steam rises from my cup
This is not my cup
My hands are hot
I have this blanket for warmth
I should be in bed by now
My eye lids are heavy
Blue lights flash through though
The sirens have stopped
And no-ones rushing anywhere
They left me here
I can hear my pulse
Everything gets bright
White noise in my head
The picture frame
Hits the floor
The glass shatters
With my memories
Their faces like strangers
Trapped under shards and dust
Stronger than the comfort of detached words
Paper cuts
Torn envelopes
Tears on the page
The draw closes
It all feels
So distant
The permanence
Of a memory
Writer: Christopher Peschiera, Joseph Ward-Hastelow, Ryan Grigsby
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music
Performed By: Juncture
Length: 2:22
Written by: Christopher Peschiera, Joseph Ward-Hastelow, Ryan Grigsby