Letra de Slow Death

It’s a slow death waking off the road
Endless highway lines pass the time
You only think about it when you’re back home
Never going back. Never turn around
What’s in front of the headlights is fidelity
You only think about it when you’re back home
Lovesick for a memory
Our city still holds
Our city holds a dead end road
People that you never see without confronting
People without reason - words with no concession
No
Losing sleep - stationary, still
Sweating it out over nothing
You are stuck on some shit that just won’t come unstuck
You can’t think of it to make sense of it
Struggling to focus
Don’t get stuck on this
Losing what we had
Living what we lost
Breathing empty words
Leaving restless nights back home