"Wichitalk" lyrics
Freeway signs that I hid behind
I had no idea what I was missing
(Wichita) Talk your heart out and
You know that I will listen
Every year that passes feels like just a couple days
You were passed out on the tracks
When I had thought I heard the train
And, so, I carried you through the thick and thin
We were thick as thieves, we were close as kin
Coffee n' nicotine pumps through our veins
As you start to cry I try to explain
We were in the trench and our clothes were drenched
I could feel the bad news coming to the west coast
I've got forty ounces asking me
"What do you miss the most?"
I feel so fucking selfish while I'm asking you these things
Maybe if we made it out to Oakland
We could drown these rotten dreams
But I've got no excuse
Nothing to blame for the horrid
Thoughts in this wretched brain
Nothing makes no sense so I speak my mind:
"I haven't moved on yet but
God, I'm trying"
And I was just wondering if your sister was alive
What do you think she'd look like in high school?
When you said
"Come on in, the water's fine"
I whispered, "I don't want to hurt you"
And right now I can't help but ask you
"Do the dead grow older too?
As much as I loved being ten years old
I like to think they do"
Nothing makes me crushed like that
Greyhound bus reading bright yellow Wichita
I want to go back down
To the pitcher's mound where the
Midnight oil burned
You told me to grow up while
I was throwing up in the Del Mar bathroom stall
It's hard to make amends when your best friends
Stop returning all your calls
And when you placed your hands
On either side
Of my meager frame
Where the fleas reside
With the panicked
Look on my pallid face
I climbed through the thorns and thistles
(I couldn't see shit, so ungrateful)
Thinking to myself
"This isn't happening"
And I was just wondering if your sister was alive
What do you think she'd look like in high school?
When you said
"Come on in, the water's fine"
I whispered, "I don't want to hurt you"
And right now I can't help but ask you
"Do the dead grow older too?
As much as I loved being ten years old
I like to think they do"
I had no idea what I was missing
(Wichita) Talk your heart out and
You know that I will listen
Every year that passes feels like just a couple days
You were passed out on the tracks
When I had thought I heard the train
And, so, I carried you through the thick and thin
We were thick as thieves, we were close as kin
Coffee n' nicotine pumps through our veins
As you start to cry I try to explain
We were in the trench and our clothes were drenched
I could feel the bad news coming to the west coast
I've got forty ounces asking me
"What do you miss the most?"
I feel so fucking selfish while I'm asking you these things
Maybe if we made it out to Oakland
We could drown these rotten dreams
But I've got no excuse
Nothing to blame for the horrid
Thoughts in this wretched brain
Nothing makes no sense so I speak my mind:
"I haven't moved on yet but
God, I'm trying"
And I was just wondering if your sister was alive
What do you think she'd look like in high school?
When you said
"Come on in, the water's fine"
I whispered, "I don't want to hurt you"
And right now I can't help but ask you
"Do the dead grow older too?
As much as I loved being ten years old
I like to think they do"
Nothing makes me crushed like that
Greyhound bus reading bright yellow Wichita
I want to go back down
To the pitcher's mound where the
Midnight oil burned
You told me to grow up while
I was throwing up in the Del Mar bathroom stall
It's hard to make amends when your best friends
Stop returning all your calls
And when you placed your hands
On either side
Of my meager frame
Where the fleas reside
With the panicked
Look on my pallid face
I climbed through the thorns and thistles
(I couldn't see shit, so ungrateful)
Thinking to myself
"This isn't happening"
And I was just wondering if your sister was alive
What do you think she'd look like in high school?
When you said
"Come on in, the water's fine"
I whispered, "I don't want to hurt you"
And right now I can't help but ask you
"Do the dead grow older too?
As much as I loved being ten years old
I like to think they do"
Writer(s): Saoirse Oleander
