"blackout wednesday" lyrics

"blackout wednesday"

It's getting cold
And my feet are getting tired
And I thought the band played their last song

It's not the case
It's one of those triple encores
And it might of been one song too long

Dim blue lights with the TV on
In a bar that should of closed down long ago

Swapping memories
And talking like we used to
But I don't know why it doesn't feel like home

I didn't want to
But I ran into you-know-who
But I'm trying not to remember her name

I say, "It's good to see you"
Then there's not much left to say after that
'Cause we ain't like we used to
And the only thing here in common is the past

Stepped outside
Had to have me a smoke
Then I realized I don't smoke cigarettes

So I started walking
With no place in mind
I was following my old silhouette

Passing by who I was when I
Saw this town through in a different hue

I turned around
'Cause I swore I heard my name
And sure enough, it was my good friend James

We don't talk much anymore like we used to
For no reason, we just went our separate ways

I say, "It's good to see you"
Then there's not much left to say after that
'Cause we ain't like we used to
And the only thing here in common is the past


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