Crooked Drawings (Attic Version) Lyrics

Eight in the morning

Waking up three missed calls

Stuck in a battle

Of staring at my walls

Then pulling up

Under the clearest skies

To your house

In the suburbs

I never really liked

These flowers that I brought

They are the last things I can give you

They're yellow and I thought

You would like them though I'm guessing

Don't know if I'm right

You'd say it's only tears

They dry with time

You'd say it's only tears

They dry with time

But if you were here

Yeah if you were here

I'd be alright

You kept our drawings on the wall

Some are so crooked they are mine

Thin lines my sister's taller

The doorframe's telling lies

There's bread as hard as rock

You kept my grandpa's records

Black and white pictures in a box

A life I wish I knew much more of

A life

That I wish I knew much more of

These flowers that I brought

They are the last things I can give you

They're yellow and I thought

You would like them though I'm guessing

Don't know if I'm right

You'd say it's only tears

They dry with time

You'd say it's only tears

They dry with time

But if you were here

Yeah if you were here

I'd be alright

I'd be alright

It's only tears

You'd say it's only tears

They dry with time

But if you were here

Yeah if you were here

I'd be alright

I'd still be alright

I'd still be alright