Rust Lyrics

There are a number of regrets

I miss the way you move your neck

That sunny scent you wore

I'm the nostalgic sort

So when you call me, I'm upset

I bet you think I am cruel

Relatedly, I've lost my way

I used to wallow in dismay

I felt so damn alone

Even though you had just gone

I don't feel anything today

And I still hear your voice

Refracted in water

It's cluttered like a child's bedroom

And it's all yellow smoke lapping at windowpanes

Women come and go

But you don't, no

I bet you think I am cruel

(There are a number of regrets.)

Each speck of dust inside the room

Collects to form an image on the floor

It isn't me, it isn't you

It's just the tilting shape of grassy moors

They're hyperbolic, parabolic. It begs the question

Were we once at all

At all

At all

At all

At all

(I bet you think that I am cruel.)