Pattern After Us Nothing (Band)

Say what I want and then we close the place
It's always hard to say what you really mean
Sometimes I miss the smell of that old neighborhood
And the tasteless places that remain

The window's rattle a falsetto
The creeps in bed to the taste of meds

I can't stay here
And waste, away dear

Somebody said that dad had won the lottery
Was always something I could never erase
Sometimes I wonder how much you ended up with
And if you spent the whole thing in one place

The window's rattle a falsetto
The creeps in bed to the taste of meds
Suburban homeland spent the winter
The broken glass in the blades of grass

I can't stay here
And waste, away dear

The window's rattle a falsetto
The creeps in bed to the taste of meds
Suburban homeland spent the winter
The broken glass in the blades of grass