Slipped Lyrics

Oh goddam it slipped my memory

These lines seem dull they keep shorting out on me

Crossed wires on quiet streets

If you’ll excuse the noise my chest’s making

It pumps and skips like we’re still seventeen

You haven’t missed a beat

We tilled, we dug, we grew something

We harvest just enough to eat

Each other’s mouths we work to feed

We tilled, we dug, we grew something

Are you still proud to share these seeds

I feel as wild as those weeds

We tried to criticize, to let the deck just flood

We managed to grow aligned from seed to crop to dust

The good all grows in straight lines

We keep these fields pristine

When it’s done pouring outside

We’ll tame these wild weeds

Drank and dined into the night

The smoke would twist and fuss

The city came alive with light

They swore it’d mention us

Still pirouetting through my mind

I let it mess me up

Matching strides I fall in line

Won’t let it slip me up