
The Taillights Turned To Twinkles Lyrics
- Genre:Alternative
- Year of Release:2020
Lyrics
I leave the house at 11:30
About halfway you call
When you get into the car my heart begins to race
We stop by your apartment so you can go and change
Eventually we find the highway
Extending north into the hills
You tell me you survived Death Valley
I must say I'm impressed
We park the car and find a spot beneath a tree
We stretch out and allow ourselves to eat
We let the ants crawl on our arms
I share of my grandmother's passing
Looking at the ants I say
I haven't had this much company in weeks
Around that time I felt the sudden need to sleep
So we collect ourselves and walk across the street
A cafe converted from an old train station
A table build from a bedroom door
You're reconsidering not having kids
Which is strange because I've been thinking the same thing
And I'm not indifferent on the subject
On the contrary, I fantasize about both options
Living life with or without a family
You don't need to reproduce to have one
Now we're walking east on East 7th Street
Retracing our steps to our third date
The eyes upon us start increasing
The ugly glares that we're receiving
We find shelter in a bookstore
And curl up on a couch
You reveal the photograph that you keep in your wallet
A polaroid of us at a party
We recreate it sitting there on the couch
Side by side expressionless
Another one for your collection
Another photo for the ages
When it's cold I lend you a jacket
From my grandma's closet in Wisconsin
We point out the houses we'd like to live in
As if we'd ever have the money
When you sit in the swing by the sidewalk the tree branch almost breaks
I guess that it was made for someone half your age
In the car outside of your apartment
We're tangled up for a moment
You wouldn't miss the chance to tell someone you love them
When you say the words I reciprocate
As I pull away from your apartment
White Ferrari sounds somehow different
There is a burning at the corners of my eyes
And all the taillights turn to twinkles