Hard to Define

Good shoes

Fake smile

Gonna be out for the night

Thinking of what the fawn brought

Cut time

Cut away

In the break

Of an angel's sign on my end

It's a hard day for a melody to take me away

I'll wait in the car and count the change.

The look-ats, who for, cause i'm going home -

To the Days and the Gold and the Why-ats catch thee own

Go easy

On the reasons

You thought I would be

Too hard to define

Which,

Back in the cans,

Shooting off of a cliff,

You ran as it came.

It's a wing right over seven days, or over weeks

We're riding too hard to catch its theme

Your face in two bars you pry at to see

the wide open sea and the skies underneath