Lyrics: Kyle Allen Schlenker
Music: Kyle Allen Schlenker
They say it’s pretty here
Well maybe I’m jaded or I’m aiming this frame
In the wrong direction
This scenery makes decent fuel for introspection
I tried to cover up what has turned into remnants
Wishful tinsel
It’s not aesthetically pleasing
For the next few hours I can be somewhere else
These days
I need something beautiful and far away
Trade in this foundation
For asphalt and machinery
You don’t think I can read maps
Distance stains my vocabulary
Geographic features like jagged rings
The space that separates you from me
You think I cannot read maps
Distance stains my vocabulary
Geographic features like shattered glass
The curved lines that lead you to me