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