Oak Street

Knuckle Puck

should i let the words flow 
from my mouth right down your street 
while you’re still home, 
i hope you’ll hear me 
cause if i feel this low again i’ll scrape the deep end 
but maybe then i’ll stop pretending 
yeah, maybe then i’ll stop pretending 

that things just felt so cancerous for a while 
i’m in the in-between 
like new buffalo & oak street 
I hope the thought of me keeps you away from the beach 
cause don’t care if you can’t sleep 
no, i don’t care if you can’t sleep 

don’t think i care if you can’t sleep 

stay away from the lake 
cause if you see me i’ll be skipping memories i swore i’d keep with me 
in constant hopes that they’ll erode just like the glass we’d take home 
left to rot in a window well 
they're left to rot in your window well 

some things just felt so cancerous for a while 
I’m in the in-between 
like new buffalo & oak street 
I hope the thought of me keeps you away from the beach 
cause i don’t care if you can’t sleep 
no, i don’t care if you can’t sleep 

when i close my eyes 
i feel your summer skin 
it pulls me apart and rips me open 
when i close my eyes 
i feel the warmth of the sun 
it takes me back where i was where my youth was stolen