Sketchbook Lyrics

I remember the shape

Of the route that I walked for three years straight

Recollected in the lines that I drew

Then kept in a sketchbook

Creasing corners in the folds of my minds

Spreading glue along the length of my spine

Remembering lessons from the hours we spoke

Then wrote in a notebook

The static hum of the train passing by

Looms beneath a bruise colored sky

I remember exactly how it looked

Because it's in a sketchbook

(In a sketchbook)