Old Sides Lyrics

Shoulder to shoulder

Taken by fire

Creases on the beach

Slide down into the past

The past few days felt like weeks

Were you ok building shapes?

Layer by layer

He folded his fingers

Like roots uncontained

By the soil on the casket

The past few days felt like weeks

Were you ok building shapes?

The pipe you smoke smelled like weed

I won't call you out on in, Old Sides