Perched on the curbside in Evansville
Heels to my sneakers rubbed down to the asphalt
Wait for my bus to arrive as I watch it descend down the hill
Passing the Boxelder maples I see a blinking turn signal
Wave to the driver, a chill rushes over my skin
And the hairs on my arms are alarmed
I am dreaming of a crisp incantation to summon the Black-Eyed Susans
Surrounding the street sign that's old and decrepit for Five Dollar Road
A newspaper flies past me
A singular thought comes across and I wanna go home
Turn the lights out with a record
On the suitcase turntable that sits
On the chest by my bed and it's broken
From last Christmas when you had thrown it against my wall again
When you threw it against my wall
Against my wall again
Lukie Sherman - Against My Wall Lyrics
Lukie Sherman - Against My Wall Lyrics
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Perched on the curbside in Evansville
Heels to my sneakers rubbed down to the asphalt
Wait for my bus to arrive as I watch it descend down the hill
Passing the Boxelder maples I see a blinking turn signal
Wave to the driver, a chill rushes over my skin
And the hairs on my arms are alarmed
I am dreaming of a crisp incantation to summon the Black-Eyed Susans
Surrounding the street sign that's old and decrepit for Five Dollar Road
A newspaper flies past me
A singular thought comes across and I wanna go home
Turn the lights out with a record
On the suitcase turntable that sits
On the chest by my bed and it's broken
From last Christmas when you had thrown it against my wall again
When you threw it against my wall
Against my wall again
Heels to my sneakers rubbed down to the asphalt
Wait for my bus to arrive as I watch it descend down the hill
Passing the Boxelder maples I see a blinking turn signal
Wave to the driver, a chill rushes over my skin
And the hairs on my arms are alarmed
I am dreaming of a crisp incantation to summon the Black-Eyed Susans
Surrounding the street sign that's old and decrepit for Five Dollar Road
A newspaper flies past me
A singular thought comes across and I wanna go home
Turn the lights out with a record
On the suitcase turntable that sits
On the chest by my bed and it's broken
From last Christmas when you had thrown it against my wall again
When you threw it against my wall
Against my wall again
Writer: Luke Sherman
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