"return of the white knuckle angel" lyrics

Ride downtown feeling golden
Tried to skirt around the late crowd
Locking eyes through the shower curtain
Count the colors coming down
I know, I know, I know I hardly knew you
Your body dried out on the rock
Burnt my throat out always trying to make you like me
When I should've shut my mouth

I don't go out much anymore
Say goodnight as I walk out the liquor store
Old men fishing on a pier
Salty air but I don't think about you here

On desperate walks around the eastside
Fantasize
Shattered glass across the sky
Do you hear echoes of your old hell
Whisper, soft, behind the shell?
The vibes got bad again, it's touch and go
I think too much about it
We let the record show

Railroad tracks make a rainbow
We share another jug of wine
List the names of cities that might feel better
The last time I saw you alive
Bleed out weeks of contemplation
Turned to misanthropic yearning
Sleep the day off on the couch
A couple days and I'll be back to my old self
No, no, no, it's alright, it's just something I'm ashamed of

I don't go out much anymore, just pace circles around the quarry
And wait for the conversation to peter out
These drunk and languid winter days
Those circles are all that still feels real
And I know we're all made up of our own systems
And who wants to be looked down on?

But there's nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
Nothing as beautiful as you looking down on me
A couple days, a couple days, a couple days, a couple days
A couple days and I'll be back to my old self